Dominic raised his head and looked at the sky that was darkening even further. He narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the seer who was sitting behind him. Three hours ago, she came to look for him, saying that she had seen something. As for what that something was—Dominic had no idea what it was because she came down to his home and then sat down on the floor with her legs crossed.
"It's not good."
Dominic closed his eyes and opened them again. He had to tell himself that there was only one seer in his pack and that there was no way he could kill her. Unless he wanted himself at the end of pitchforks by the pack.
This old woman was more important to the pack members than their alpha. Traitors.
"Did you come to my house in the middle of the night to tell me that it's not good?" Dominic asked, barely keeping the anger out of his tone.
