array of colourful lights and gadgets that made the interior look like a damn spaceship.
“For fuck’s sake, Blake,” I snarled as I turned off the handbrake and slammed my foot to the gas.
The whole thing jerked forward and took off at an alarming pace, kicking up gravel so that it pinged off of the paintwork. I gasped, scrambling to click my seatbelt into place as I got control of the sports car and zoomed out of the parking lot, placing my phone in the cupholder as I followed the tracker on Kyan’s phone.
My heart thudded manically as I tore furiously after them, my fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as the engine roared.
The roads were winding as they led through the thick forest and I cursed at how far ahead they were already. But I wasn’t going to stop until I had my monster back in my arms.
The two assholes who’d taken him had better be prepared for a fight. Because there was a wolf hunting them in the night. And she was coming for her mate.
T he first thing to come back to me was a slight sensation in my toes which slowly spread to the rest of my body as the sorely tempting urge to vomit consumed me, but I found myself unable to even retch.
If I'd been the kind to panic then the fact that I couldn't move might have been enough to make me freak the fuck out. But as I was more inclined towards blind violence, my most pressing thought was about how I was going to make the person responsible for this bullshit bleed.
As I tried to figure out how to make so much as a single finger twitch, the echoing sound of a voice reached me and though my eyes were still closed, I focused all of my attention on listening to it.
"Are you sure about this, Ashlynn?" a guy said from somewhere in front of me and it took me a beat to realise that that was Bait's voice. "He's going to wake up. Shit, he's going to wake up and then he'll beast the fuck out and get free and then he'll fucking kill us."
"He won't hurt me," a girl snapped in reply, her voice closer to me than his, somewhere to my left. "Kyan loves me."
Now I had some serious fucking questions because there was only one girl I loved and she did not have that whiney, nasally voice. In fact, I was almost certain I recognised the person speaking, but my brain was so foggy that it was hard to focus on more than just listening to their words.
"I dunno, man, I dunno," Bait said nervously. "You're a chick. He probably won't beat the shit out of you, but I've been on the receiving end of his fists way too often. I think we should just cut our losses while he's still out of it. I dunno why I let you talk me into this insanity in the first place."
"It's not insanity!" the girl shrieked. "And you'd better not forget that I could have just left you to rot in that school. You should be thanking me for breaking you out-"
"You should be thanking me for never giving up your name," he spat back.
"You don't even have a car, Jeremiah," the girl snarked and her words made me realise that we were in fact moving, the hum of an engine underlying their conversation. "And you were more than up for getting back at them under my terms when I laid them out. You always knew this was the plan, so don't try to pussy out on me now or you'll be the one left on the side of the road."
"Jesus fucking Christ, we're going to die," Bait muttered, almost to himself.
"I'm gonna tie you up in your grandma's pantyhose and choke you on the crotch of them," I mumbled, not even really meaning to speak but losing control of my tongue as consciousness drew closer.
Bait shrieked in alarm and the car swerved violently, making the girl curse him. My head crashed into the window beside me as I was thrown by the motion, unable to stop myself from going with it and a moment later a weight settled onto my lap as someone straddled me.
"Shh, shh, baby, I'm here," the girl cooed, her fingers tracing down the side of my cheek as her breath washed over my mouth. "We're together now. Finally. Just like we were always meant