Chapter 21
WE MADE IT INTO THE car somehow. Limbs jumbled together in the backseat as Justice slid in and pulled Ruth after him. I leapt through an open back window while Destiny and her knife joined Luke in the front.
True to his word, George Stewart didn’t prevent us from leaving. He also didn’t prevent half his pack from following us to the gate in wolf form. They stalked behind, ruffs raised and fangs bared. I could almost taste their hunger to fight.
Eventually, though, our car reached the main road and picked up enough speed to leave four-footed followers behind us. Only then did I shift and press my pelt against the closest part of Ruth.
Because her descent into vegetability must have been due to me lulling her pups into nap mode. Surely if I returned some of the energy I’d suck
