Trees race by us with alarming speed as Lance revs his engine.
We’re going faster than I’d ever want to be while riding on a motorcycle, yet I don’t fear his driving. Somehow I know I’m safe with him as I wrap my arms around his waist and he drives even faster.
It’s the pack that I’m truly worried about.
Despite everything Sebastian said before, running off with a rouge is one step too far. There’s no way they won’t kill me if they catch me now. They’ll kill us both in the most vicious way they can conjure up.
If the pack gets ahold of us, we will suffer. They will make sure of that.
“What do we do?” I asked, as I’m pressed against Lance’s shoulder.
“I’ve got this,” he promises. “Don’t worry.”
But it’s not long before the pack comes tearing after us, taking up the dirt road behind
