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

cowboy boots would keep my brain from snapping back to that horrid not-really vision. Thankfully, it worked. I spent the rest of the hour following those boots with my eyes and trying to decide what to do.
    The guy I saw carrying Scout wasn’t Alex. I might have thought it was at first, but once I got a good look at Alex and saw the vision guy multiple times in a matter of minutes, there was no mistaking the two. Vision guy was bigger, darker, scarier…
    Mr. Tall, Dark and Insane.
    Alex’s brother was going to kill Scout.
    All the air left my lungs, and the room tilted. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t let it happen. I had to do something. I had to stop him. I had to--
    You have to get a grip, Tal .
    It was Jase’s voice in my head. Not like he actually spoke the words to me like he might on the night of a full moon, but the voice in my head sounded like him. It’s what he would have said if he were here, and he would be right. Panicking wasn’t going to help anyone with anything. Anyway, I didn’t See the future. I knew this. So, why was I getting so worked up?
    Because you keep getting a high-def vision of Alex’s brother carrying around my dead, mutilated body?
    My head was turning into a Donovan family reunion.
    I rolled my shoulders, dropped my jaw, and took a deep, slow breath in through my nose. It was a trick I picked up in my two weeks as a yoga student. According to the instructor, it was impossible to remain stressed when your shoulders and jaw were relaxed and you had plenty of oxygen. I was more than a little surprised when it worked.
    It was time to think this through logically. No more freaking out. I could do calm, cool, and collected. I just needed to do that whole shoulder, jaw, breath thing again.
    Once I was good and oxygenated, I reviewed the facts. Yes, I had thought my powers were manifesting over the summer when I thought I Saw an unknown male walking with a ripped up Scout in his arms. However, ten minutes later, when my mom was trying to calm me down, I had my first experience with my true Sight. Multiple experiments over the next few hours proved I was a Soul Seer. Since Seers can only See one thing, the not-really vision was forgotten.
    So, what was going on now? Why did I keep reliving that horrible scene every time I looked at Alex?
    Rephrase the question , my mother’s voice echoed in my head. Why do you keep reliving that horrible scene every time you look at the new Shifter?
    That was it. Alex was an unknown Shifter in our Territory, breaking most every rule known to our people. He was a threat. So, of course when I looked at him, I was reminded of my crazy not-really vision from the summer. In it, Scout had obviously been mauled by something with claws. Something like a Shifter in coyote form.
    But why does he have the face of Alex’s brother? Hmmm…? You don’t think that is a bit too convenient?
    It was. Or, it would have been if I actually knew what Alex’s brother looked like, or if I could honestly remember if the guy in front of me now was the same one I Saw initially over the summer. It seemed logical that my brain was filling in the face with Alex’s features. And since I got an I-love-Scout vibe off of him the moment I shook his hand and knew he would never hurt her, those features had warped enough to create what I thought his older brother might look like.
    It made perfect sense.
    So why did I still feel like crawling out of my own skin due to fear? Why did my gut swear this was going to happen, that I would see my best friend die?
    “Or are you going to sit here and stare into space for the next thirty minutes?”
    I jerked up at the sound of Scout’s voice to find her looming over me. Ms. Ryder and her red boots had disappeared, and the rest of the class was already shuffling toward the exit.
    “What?”
    Scout flashed a smile. “Daydream much?”
    “Sorry. The red boots hypnotized me.”
    “They were something, weren’t they?” Scout said, pulling