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I did that for 18 years, now it was his turn.
“I can tell.”
Alec said but didn’t elaborate. We stopped bickering the further we got. The girls didn’t run very far and the highway was just to the left of us. Assuming he was in the area of the city, known for underground activities, that should make him in the area we were headed. As we went further into the thick brush, the sound of a horn blasting was getting louder and louder. Alec and I were walking as quietly as possible, inching our way. A small line of smoke was snaking it’s way The sheer impact broke the tree. Alec’s phone lit up as we moved in. It must have been important because he answered it but didn’t say anything. After a moment, he hung up and started texting someone. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The smell of wolves were still thick. Enough that it made me wonder if they were still around. Alec walked up to the passenger side and I took the driver’s. I had prepared myself to see a dead Zac but instead, all I saw was blood. Pulling out my phone, I looked at the message Alec just sent.
Alec: Emmy’s water just broke Zac POV F uck! My f ucking head was pounding. By the sharp pain in my shoulder, I knew that it was out of place. Blood ran down my face as ! tried to open my eyes.
“Is-is he alive?”
One of the girls asked. Her f ucking timid voice annoyed the s hit out of me.
“Yes! Get up! They are coming!”
I felt one of them nudge my arm.
“F uck!”
I yelled as I tried to move. My foot was pinned down and I could hear vehicles approaching.
“Run! Straight and ask for Colt.”
I growled at them.
“Colt? Why can’t you come?”
The timid one whined.
“Get going! He will protect you. F ucking leave!”
I yelled at the girls. It did the trick as they took off. They only had a minute at most for a head start before headlights came up behind me. There was no playing dead and I wasn’t about to be taken hostage. ????????She was the only reason I kept going. My entire life was about keeping Penny alive. Now she has Colt, I was keeping Cassie alive. Still, if I could save my daughter again, both Cassie and I would happily lay down our lives.
“Come out and play dirtbag!”
I was still trying to shake off the cobwebs from the crash. A crash I can’t remember why it even happened.
“There he is.”
A bight flashlight blinded me.
“Where are the girls?”
“F ucking your mom!”
I laughed as I sat back against the seat. of my
“Don’t you think you are funny.”
One of them grabbed a fist full hair and yanked me out of the vehicle, but my foot was still caught. Letting go of my hair, he grabbed my leg and pulled on it hard, with one big yank. My ankle popped out of the socket before going back in. GET IT NOW
“MOTHER F UCKER!”
As soon as it happened, sharp pain ran across my face from being punched in the mouth. My mouth instantly filled with blood as dirt filled my nasal passage.
“Where are the girls, Zac?”
That voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Gunther. How nice to see you again.”
Smiling, I looked up at him. Dressed in his Sunday best.
“Wish I could say the same.”
Gunther crouched down so he was closer to eye level with me.
“You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.”
“What can I say?”
Shrugging, I tried to sit up a little better.
“Even co ckroa ches have a will to live.”
“All c ockro ches are better off dead.”
One of the rogues looking at me. There was a hint of fearlness behind his eyes that made him very dangerous to be around. All he wanted was blood and didn’t care who it came from.
“Even smashed co ckroa ches still live.”
I responded.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
Gunther snapped his fingers and two pairs of hands grabbed my arms and ripped me to my feet. Gunther took off walking as I got drug behind him. Everything me told me I didn’t want to find out where I was being taken. Someone like me doesn’t get to be this old by making mistakes like this. However, I had one chance. There was three rogues and Gunther. That I could see anyway. Two were dragging me and another was to my right. Gunther was right in front of me. My ankle was throbbing and my shoulder was still not in place. That yovu far worst injuries and still got away. I had a safe house about twenty miles from here. It was really an abandoned hunting shed but it has saved me more than once. The biggest thing, there was an old bomb shelter under the stairs. I have been able to hide there and never be found. Thinking quickly, this was my moment. Gunther was on the phone. He had moved so far ahead that he was barely visible. The rogues were just walking, not exactly in the ready position.
It was like taking candy from a baby. My body went lip, forcing them. to st agger and drop me. Moving quickly, my claws extended. As the feral one grabbed me, my claws sliced across his neck. Blood shot out all over me as my body was grabbed from behind. Reacting on instinct, my head whipped back. Feeling the c rac k of a nose, I just took off. Running as fast as I could with a bum ankle.
“Catch him!”
I heard behind me. Now, this was fun. My laughter bounced off the leaves as I kept going. My wolf was fast. Even for our old age, my wolf was unbeatable. These trees were my safe place and my wolf knew them like the back of his hand. The sound of the horn grew quiet and eventually the footsteps faded away. Too many times I learned that slowing down is not helpful. A very pis sed off growl caused all the birds to fly up and away.
“F uck you, Gunther.”
I whispered as I kept going. Only looking back to see the birds. My chest was burning as I stopped running for a second. My arm was basically dangling and needed to be put back. It was like second nature to snap that back but f uck if I’d ever get used to the pain. Clenching my teeth together was the only thing they kept me from Jurning wis – Still, I didn’t stop for too long. As soon as the sharp pain stopped, I kept on running. As I got closer to my safe house, something in my gut told me something was wrong. This last mile, I barely walked on the first floor. Each step was calculated and slow. Inch by inch, I got closer when I found out why my internal bells were going off.
“No one is here, boss.”
A loud crunch of something wood breaking filled my ears. Peaking out from behind the bush, I realized I was made.
“I didn’t expect him to be here. That would be too easy.”
Vin was standing in my front yard with a cigar.
“What do you want to do?”
They didn’t smell like rogues. No, these were warrior or other wolves that have joined Vin and Gunther.
“Burn it.”
Vin said.
“Easy enough.”
The guy grabbed some twigs and dried leaves before using a lighter to lift them on fire. Setting it on the ground, just under a corner of the house that was broken out.
It only took a few minutes as I watched what once was my safe house, to become ash. As it erupted in flames, Vin got bored.
“Let’s go.”
As my house burned, a fire burned in me. Vin and his gang of men, walked away. Wanting revenge and answers, I started followed them. Wrapping my hands around Vins neck would be fun but he would never break. No, I needed to go after one of his men. It was crazy how silent they were as they moved. Over my years of hiding, I had mastered that skill but these men were not very old. Expertly moving around bushes or fallen limbs, they were the complete definition of stealth. However, there was one man that kept looking up at the stars. He would pause for a second before starting up again each time there was a break in the trees.
“Be at headquarters by 7am, no later.”
Vin looked at his men before walking out of the tree line. Three cars were parked on an old abandoned road. I knew this road was here but it is so overgrown that I didn’t think anyone else knew it was here. If Vin knew about it, who else knew about it and about me?
“Yes, boss.”
They said in unison. Vin got into one of the cars and the others got into the rest. Luckily, the one I was watching got into his own vehicle, by himself. Quickly, I got undressed and shifted into my wolf as their engines started. Barely waiting for it to turn over, they got on their gas. My wolf wasn’t large by any means but he was fast. He was a lighter brown with dark brown spots, almost like a snake camoflauge. I was always in awe of how beautiful my wolf was, even though others called him abnormal. They weren’t wrong but he blended in to his surroundings so good that more than once he wasn’t detected. However, chasing a car wasn’t easy. Even for a fast wolf, cars could go much faster. To make things worse, I had to stay in the treeline. Couldn’t risk getting caught by running right behind him r oven beside the tree line. There was a small little…. I wouldn’t say town but community that is. rarely visited by police. Humans might call this the ghetto but this was much worse. Here is where you will find the fight clubs, underground human trafficking and just basic drug locations. There is one bar that all of them come together and live in harmony. It is an unwritten rule that if you make trouble here, you die. Simple as that. Business is conducted here and the bar gets a cut. No one knows the actual owner but rumor is, everyone who has tried to find out, is now dead. The guy pulled up to an older looking victorian style house. Vines grew up the sides, the paint was chipping and the flowers on the porch were half dead. Shifting back into my human form, I watched him park on the street and walk up to his house. Unlocking the door, he went inside. Now, all I had to do was wait till he went asleep.
Zac POV Finally, after three hours, this man was passed out on his couch. Watching from the window, he had downed an entire twelve pack and finished a little white line before his head fell back and he was asleep. Sneaking around to the back door, I was able to get in easily. The wood was so rotted out that one swift hip bump was all it took for the whole thing to splinter. Standing perfectly still, my ears searched for any sign of moment. Since there was one, I moved further inside. The house was trashed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. A layer of dust allowed footprints like Santa Claus as I went deeper inside. The mice weren’t even shy about running across the floor. Peaking around the corner, the guy had not even moved an inch. It was too easy to walk up to him. Thankfully, he was still passed out cold but since all my equipment was burned, I needed to search the house for rope or something. The hallway was just to my right. First door was a bathroom on the left. Razors, blackened spoons and needles were laying out beside a shoe lace but beside that was a little nasal spray. Not being able to help the smile that spread across my face, I picking up the Narcan and placing it my pocket, I kept going. Maybe after I kill him, this might be my new location to hide out in.
As soon as I walked into the bedroom, my body froze. How I didn’t smell this before was beyond me. A man was tied up, naked and dead to the bed. By the looks of it, he has been dead for at least twelve hours but not more than twenty-four
“Sorry, I need these.”
I said as I untied him. There was a total of four different ropes and I even freed the man of the b all ga g at was in his quick look, I was able to find a knife and a 9mm with a full clip. There was a fresh box of rounds that I added before one more quick glance. There was no way in hell I was going to be carrying him so after getting the car keys from the table by the door, I tossed the bag into the trunk. Just looking at this large man and trying to figure out how to get him where I needed was going to be difficult but I had a vision. Carrying him wasn’t a real option and it wasn’t like I had something to roll him on. So, grabbing one leg, I just drug his as s like a human Santa Claus. Thankfully it was so late at night or early in the morning that no one came out to see what all the noise was. More than once, his head hit against the pavement and then on the side of the car before he was finally in the trunk.
“Never been more thankful for drugs.”
I muttered and slammed the trunk shut. Getting behind the wheel, we drove back to my burning house. Da mn, I was getting old. There was no chair so I had to drag his as s out of the trunk and tied him to a tree. Dead weight is by far the heaviest thing in the world. As soon as I was set up, I had to take a break to catch my breath. A light layer of sweat covered my forehead. It’s been a long as s time. since I did this much physical activity.
“Time to wake up.”
I smiled as I administered the Narcan.
“Wha-?”
The guy instantly became aware of his surroundings even though his struggled to open his heads.
“What’s going on?”
Fighting against the ropes, he finally gave up and looked at me.
“Hello.”
I said as I crouched down.
“You.”
He said in an accusatory tone.
“Ah! Yes, me!”
Smiling, I held out my arms and nodded.
“What do you want?”
His eyes followed me as I picked up his knife.
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