Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I’m reversing at full speed before I can even close the door. The guy with the tattoos leaps out of the way as my crappy twenty-year-old car slams into his bike, sending it flying with a crunch. I slam my door closed, throw it into drive, and speed out of the parking lot with my back bumper hanging down.
Adrenaline surges through me as I peel onto the street. August is looking through the back windshield. I glance at the rearview mirror just as Jackson comes rolling out on his dirt bike. The big tattooed guy comes next even though I destroyed his bike. He probably grabbed Remy’s.
My car isn’t going nearly as fast as it normally can and it’s vibrating like crazy with the shredded back tire, but I keep my foot pressed all the way down regardless.
Everyone in town stops and stares at us in shock as we fly down the main street, my broken bumper screeching and sending up sparks as it drags on the concrete.
I rocket through a red light and my tires squeal as I make an abrupt turn onto the state highway. I’m booting down it, but the two bikers catch up to me easily.
Jackson pulls up on my side and the tattooed guy pulls up on August’s side.
“Maybe we should pull over,” August says in a low voice. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Fuck. That.” I yank my car to the left, slamming it into Jackson. His bike wobbles and he flies off the road, somersaulting off in a cloud of dirt. I yank it back to the right and hit Tattoos, sending him flying as well.
They’re not getting up from that for a while. I grin as I look at the two brown clouds of dirt rising from the sides of the highway.
We’re free. We’re—oh, you gotta be kidding me!
Sprinting down the highway between the clouds of smoke is a huge wolf. I stare at it in shock through the rearview mirror. It looks so out of place that it takes my brain a second or two to realize what’s happening.
I shove my foot down on the gas, pushing this crappy car to its limit. We hit a groove in the road and the back bumper finally falls off.
The wolf leaps over it and keeps on coming.
All the rubber finally flies off the wheel and we start to go faster now that it’s just the metal on the concrete without the busted tire getting in the way. It’s making a racket and the steering wheel is vibrating so hard that my hands hurt.
The wolf eventually begins to slow as we outrun it. I finally take a breath of relief when he’s a speck in my rearview mirror.
Then, he’s gone.
We’re both silent as I keep driving. Where to, I don’t know. But my mate is by my side and that’s all that matters.
That’s all that will ever matter from now on.
CHAPTER FIVE
August
“Where did you learn how to drive like that?” I ask my girl as I pull the spare tire out of her trunk.
“John Wick movies and Mario Kart,” she says with a laugh as she leans on the car, watching me.
My whole body is buzzing with her sexy eyes on me, but it’s no time to get distracted. I have to change this tire as quickly as I can so we can get back on the road. I know my brother and he’s not going to stop until he finds me.
We drove for about fifteen minutes before we pulled over on the side of the road. We’re surrounded by mountains and Hazel managed to park behind a couple of large trees. We’re probably safe here for a few minutes, but I don’t want to linger for long. Those boys are going to be pissed now that I’ve shaken them off again. Not to mention, they got outsmarted and beaten by a human girl. For an elite paramilitary shifter force, that’s not going to go over well with them.
“Your axle is fucked,” I say as I unscrew the lug nuts with my fingers, grunting as I force each one loose. The metal is all bent up and ground down to shit.
“Can you get the tire on?” she asks as she looks over my shoulder.
“I think so,” I say as I get the last bolt off. I pull off the remains of the old tire, slap the spare tire on, and start screwing the lug nuts back on. “I wouldn’t recommend driving on this, and the alignment will be totally off, but since there’s a team of mercenary shifters after us, it will have to do.”
We get back in the car and keep driving. This car has taken a beating and it’s gathering a lot of attention. Everyone we pass is staring at us, probably wondering why the whole back bumper is missing and the doors are caved in. It would probably be good to get off the road as soon as we can.