Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,42

my mother. “Colette, this is your father.”

No shit.

I put it on speaker and leaned against the hood of the car before he began talking. “We have no idea what you were thinking leaving in the middle of the night like that. Scared your mother half to death and without even a call?”

I’d left a note. Also, I called bullshit on scaring my mother. The woman forgot my birthday almost every year. Not being able to find me for a bit wouldn’t have fucking phased her.

“You are to return from whatever pointless trip you’ve made and be home in two days or less. I have no idea what point you were trying to make, but it’s over. Now, I suggest you book a flight home with the money you stole before we have to send law enforcement after you.”

And he hung up… What the actual fuck? I stared at my phone with disgust and powered off the device, feeling shitty. They hadn’t realized I was gone for almost a week… and then what? Just ‘get back home or else’? I mean for all they fucking know it could have been someone else with my phone. I shook my head, hating that they had to be so, well I didn’t even have a fucking word for it. Just awful. They just sucked as people.

I was so caught up in my moment that I didn’t even realize how furious Hunter looked. I let out a small worried sound as he opened the sedan door and ushered me in. His massive form crouching down so that he could talk to me but still keeping me out of the rain while he was soaked. His dark hair was messy and eyes furious, his jaw tight and tension rolled through his frame.

“Have they always fucking talked to you like that?” he demanded.

“Dismissive, patronizing, rude? Yeah. That’s them.”

“Fucking assholes,” he mumbled and then buckled me in, making me roll my eyes with a momentarily amused smile because I think he forgot I had hands sometimes. As he got into the car and pulled away, the storm grew heavier and so did my heart. I couldn’t help it completely.

I think I’d been living in a bit of a fantasy world the past few days. I had thought that maybe if I just never talked to them, I’d forget about the parents that found me somewhat of a nuisance. As it stood though?

My parents always got what they wanted. If they wanted me home, they were going to go through an extensive effort to prove that point.

But this time was different. This time I didn’t care what they wanted.

This time I was doing what was right for me.

11

Hunter Graves

“What do you mean they are at the station? You better fucking mean our local one, Liam,” I bit out as concern and anger coursed through me.

I eyed the squad cars behind him, hoping to see my mate. Instead, I could see the tension running through the officers making me know this was going to be a huge fucking problem. Our police force was good but if we were being honest, as shifters we didn’t get worked up about much. Well, except for the people that we cared about. So if they were worked up, that meant my sister was in trouble. Which fucking meant that Colette was with her and in trouble.

“I mean that they crossed the town’s border thirty minutes ago and are now down at the local station in Galena,” he grunted. “Apparently they are holding them, I don’t have details--”

I called out to Luca and Dylan, not caring why Colette was at the station but needing to see her. To make sure that she was okay. I swear to fucking Christ if anyone had even touched her, I would lose my shit, let alone if it was in a rough manner.

It didn’t surprise me that my sister had dragged her into some insane shit. She’d always been a bit wild. Then again, I had been a dumbass and clearly hadn’t asked where they were going shopping today.

“Luca! Dylan!” I bellowed again as I grabbed my keys and jogged towards my large SUV, my brothers looking entirely confused. Well, that wasn’t true.

Dylan looked like a kicked puppy because Lena had told him they were going by themselves when he asked if he could go with them today. I wouldn’t have been okay with that if I’d known they would be fucking leaving town.

Luca shook his head, muttering something,