Silas holds me like that until I remember the dream, the woman with the dimpled cheeks and perfect smile. When I get control of myself, I lean back, surprised at first when Silas holds me tighter.
But then something passes through his expression, and he shifts. Lifting me, he climbs out of the car, then sets me down, putting distance between us.
Ghost climbs out, too, and we all stand there, breathing in the exhaust fumes as cars rush past, both men at least a few steps away from me, while I wipe the tears away.
“Lily was a delta, right?” I ask quietly, getting control of myself.
Silas nods. “Until the end. It took six months, or however long we were down there… but yes, at first. She was a delta.”
I nod.
You knew she was a delta when you met her family,Beep says.But you also knew she was an omega when you scented her in your dreams.
I did know she was an omega, but I didn’t put the pieces together until it was too late because I didn’t realize what I was seeing. I didn’t understand at the time.
Beep doesn’t have to spell it out for me.
“Deidre knew, right? What she did to Lily?”
Silas nods. “It was unintentional, but yes. She knows she turned her into an omega.”
“How is this possible?” Ghost asks, frowning. “I’ve never heard of a shifter changing designations.”
“Didn’t read that in one of your books?” Silas snarks.
Ghost ignores him and looks out at the highway. Then he asks, “How did you know, Mona? Was it from your dreams?”
I nod and explain what I saw in my dreams before, and what Doc and Grayson said about them. And that Orion said they were prophetic. Ghost likely already knows that much. But then I tell them about the woman who smelled of strawberries.
Silas is visibly agitated. Ghost remains calm. He asks me, “Do you know if she’s been taken? Or where?”
I shake my head. “I have no idea. But judging by what I saw with Silas and Lily… I think it was in the present. I mean, I think I saw her right now, as she is.” I don’t know exactly how I know that, but that’s what my instincts tell me.
Ghost looks contemplative. Then, “We might have time to save her. You hadn’t come into your powers when Lily and Silas were taken. But once you settled into your role, that’s when your magic got a boost, of sorts. When the dreams started.”
I nod, following along. Silas is still quiet.
“Mona, I think you’re a Seeker.”
He likes this role,Beep muses.
What, being a know-it-all?
Being involved, she corrects.
I don’t think he likes—
Beep cuts me off.His alpha likes this, trust me. He’s been alone too long, and sometimes, that can feel more comfortable than the alternative, because at least you know what to expect when you’re alone. But he enjoys being needed, especially by you.
That’s surprisingly astute, I think back. I mean, she isn’t wrong. It's scary to accept something good, because when you start to care, when your expectations grow, you have more to lose. That could be said for all my mates, but especially these two.
And you, Beep says.
Yes, and me.
“What is that? A Seeker?” I clear my throat.
“Omegas have powers, as you know. And yes, I read it in a book,” Ghost mutters before Silas can say anything. Silas chuckles, then leans back against the car and crosses his arms, but not before spinning one of his fingers, telling Ghost to hurry up.
