Jackson's POV

I needed answers, real answers, not the nervous stammering of frightened Alphas trying to save their own skins. Malachi was a liability, Quinn was becoming suspiciously disobedient, and Nathan… Nathan was moving too quietly. Too confident.

Something was shifting around me, like the ground preparing to open up. I wasn’t going to let myself be buried.

That was why I made the trip to the seer’s dwelling, a crooked tower on the far edge of my territory, veiled by thick fog ...