At First Sight: A Timber Wolves Companion by Tammy Blackwell Read Free Book Online Page A

You’re a Soul Seer.
    A Soul Seer! That was it! There was a simple way to wipe away all this doubt and fear.
    “I’m Talley,” I said, holding my hand out. Alex’s smile didn’t falter as he took it, or when my fingers spasmed in response to the amount of Dominance I could feel through our connection.
    A flood of images bombarded my brain.
    She’s a Seer, I heard in my head just as Alex said aloud, “Nice to meet you, Talley. Cool name. Very non-generic.”
    “Thanks,” I said, still trying to filter through all the information he was throwing out at me. The magnitude of it was about to drive me to my knees. “My mom went into labor with me at O’Talley’s restaurant. It was the only thing her post-childbirth, drug addled mind could come up with when they asked her for a name.” The story wasn’t true, my mother was nowhere near O’Talley’s when she went into labor with me, but it gave Alex the information he needed on who I was. O’Talley’s was the place where my father always met with any Shifter who wasn’t part of the Matthews Pack.
    If that information meant anything to Alex, he didn’t show it. His attention immediately went back to Scout, whose scowl would have been more impressive if you could ignore the way her eyes were practically sparkling as she looked at him.
    While the two of them bantered about, I concentrated on making sense of what I pulled from Alex’s brain. I hadn’t purposefully tried to take thoughts from someone since my first experiment with my mom and Toby once my Sight manifested. I hadn’t been prepared for the chaotic flood I got for my efforts. I couldn’t discern any one thought or image, but I could pick up on some emotions. Adoration. Hope. Joy. Love. And all of them were aimed at Scout.
    Well, that was an interesting turn of events.
    I glanced over to see Scout once again facing the stage. Or, more accurately, she wanted everyone to think she was facing the stage when in truth she couldn’t stop casting furtive glances over her shoulder at Alex, who was now roped into a conversation with Ashley Johnson. Although, from where I was sitting, he was sneaking more peeks at Scout than she was at him.
    Scout and Alex sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g…
    I coughed into my hand to hide the giggle bubbling up from my throat.
    This was great! Perfect, really. Scout needed this so bad. After the whole Ashley-and-Dalton-hooking-up-in-Scout’s-bed debacle, she had been very gun-shy about dating. Actually, gun-shy might be too tame a word. She was phobic. She wouldn’t even talk about boys and dating. Every time I tried to mention a guy I thought would be good for her, she would roll her eyes and then proceed to listen to some really loud, angry music for a few days.
    But she wasn’t rolling her eyes at Alex. And I could almost hear the sappy love songs playing on her iPod.
    I looked over my shoulder to get a better look at him, since checking out the guy your best friend is falling in love with is the obligation of BFFs everywhere. He was cute. More than cute, really. His eyes were the color of a sky before it storms. His hair was a nice, rich brown and had that artfully messy look guys pretend they don’t use a ton of product and time to acquire. Even just sitting there, listening to Ms. Ryder’s enthusiastic description of the course, he had a hint of a dimple showing. He was tall, which was good since Scout isn’t exactly a petite girl, and his hands--
    Covered in blood. Blood everywhere, but none of it was his. It all came from her stomach, which no longer had enough flesh to look like human skin.
    Bile once again surged in the back of my throat. I dug a fist into my stomach to keep from getting sick all over the place and closed my eyes.
    Scout. Blood. Someone who looked like Alex, but wasn’t.
    Okay, closing my eyes was not a good idea.
    I concentrated on Ms. Ryder’s red boots as they pranced all over the stage, hoping the bizarreness of seeing a teacher in red