Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
***
We’ve been driving for another hour and Jase is on the phone talking to Joel. I shifted to wolf a few more times and then half-shifted without leaving the car as that was just as effective. But now I can smell the scent trail in this form, too, so I don’t need to keep shifting. And it’s a good thing, too, because when I was half-shifted, Jase said the driver of a passing car did a double take. I shouldn’t be reckless right now around humans, but I can’t be bothered to give a shit. All I care about is finding Stacy.
Jase and Joel are talking logistics on speaker. The Silver Hills folks can be spread out between the clinic, the school, and the town hall. Supplies are being gathered, and shit is being organized to help them out until they can get onto their own land. If they don’t choose Brody as their alpha, that can be figured out later. For now, they’ll be somewhere safer and healthier than where they were.
Joel patches Ty and Mase in and they talk about having Joel liquidate some of our assets so we can loan Brody the cash to finance their property purchase and get things up and running. He has a decent down payment aside, but he’ll need much more than that, especially with all the infrastructure that’ll need to be put into place for all those people.
I let them talk it out while I think about what I’ll do to Wyatt Meadows. The fucker is toast. I’m on fire to reach my mate immediately, because once he realizes she’s carrying my baby the sonofabitch will try to use that to his advantage.
I’m absolutely enraged that my mate has had to endure her fuckface brother when I promised to keep her safe. And I can’t fathom how he got his hands on her with nobody noticing. Once I get to her, I just know it’ll be a hell of a long time before I let her out of my sight again.
51
Stacy
He’s on his way. I know it. I feel it.
This is hours from being over. Grey will find me. He has magic. Even beyond that, I know how determined he’ll be. He won’t stop until I’m back in his arms.
It’s not that Wyatt’s days are numbered; his hours are numbered. I just have to stay strong. But also… maybe I don’t have to just sit back and wait for my mate to rescue me. Maybe I can help make it a little easier.
***
Sherry with swollen-from-crying red eyes is in the little kitchen area, frying some eggs. There’s no power in the Airstream, the battery that was powering some of the lights is now dead, but there is propane, so the fridge and stove are working and Wyatt raided Jared’s supplies and ordered Sherry to cook.
“Wyatt, can I please use the bathroom?” I ask for the third time, bouncing with my discomfort.
He rolls his eyes.
“Sweetness, untie her, will ya? Gotta make a call. Be good.” He points at her and then moves the finger to point at me and scowls. “Fuck around? You’ll find out.”
I say, “I just need the bathroom, Wyatt. I’ve been holding it for hours.”
“Use it and get your useless whore ass back on that couch.” He grabs his jacket and steps outside.
“Sherry?” I whisper with urgency.
She’s listlessly pushing the spatula around the frying pan.
“Sherry?” I repeat.
She turns to look at me and seeing her in daylight I see she has a harsh purple bruise on her cheekbone. Fucking Wyatt.
She comes over and loosens the rope around my neck and pulls it up over my head, then reaches for the one around my wrists.
“The special brew we talked about?” I whisper.
Her forehead wrinkles.
“Special brew…” I repeat and point my chin at my suitcase by the door. “Put some in his food.”
He wouldn’t try it when he ran those experiments with it on our people, so he’s got no idea what it tastes like.
It takes a beat before recognition hits her eyes, but because it does, I feel relief. She recalls our conversation in the bathroom the night of Erica’s birthday party when she asked about the special brew because she had some people she wanted to give it to. She leans in closer.
“You have some here?”
“Under the lining of my suitcase. Middle layer, mixed with catnip.”
She quickly darts and grabs my suitcase.
But loud and clear we hear, “See you soon,” and the door opens. Wyatt’s eyes pan over us and land on Sherry’s hand.
“Thanks,” I say, rising to take it from her to cover. “Just gonna change my clothes while I’m in there.”
“Food ready or what?” he demands.
His eyes are on her with suspicion instead of me, so I rush ahead into the small bathroom, doing my very best to keep my breathing steady, hoping he doesn’t clock how fast my heart is beating.