Page 10 of Forsaking His Mate

“Do you know that wolf?” Hester asks, her voice shaking.

I don’t recognize him as one of my pack, so I shake my head. Bile coats the back of my throat as we stare at him, waiting for his move.

“What’s he doing?” I whisper.

“Waiting for backup,” Hester says.

Two more wolves pad out of the undergrowth at the side of the road.

They are huge beasts.

My skin prickles as I stare at them, my pulse starting to race. We can’t fight wolves this big. The ooze strength and something else, something far more terrifying: hate.

Their eyes glow strangely as they catch the light from the headlights and the moon.

I swallow audibly. This isn’t going to end well for us.

“What do we do?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

Hester’s mouth pulls into a snarl. “Survive.”

She hits the gas and the back tires scream as the rubber struggles to gain traction on the asphalt.

I grip the dashboard as the truck hurtles toward the wolves. They hold their ground, as if they’re not going to move aside, and my heart races.

The wolves are big enough to damage the vehicle, and without the safety of the truck, we’re screwed.

Hester doesn’t seem to care about that.

She keeps driving right at them.

At the last second, the wolves dart aside, and we go through without touching them.

Hester's chest heaves as her eyes go to the rearview mirror. “They’re persistent. We need to get off the mountain.”

“They’re going to keep following us.” I hate how much my voice wobbles. I don’t want to sound weak, but I’m scared.

“I told you—they can’t get to us if we make it to the sanctuary.”

“And how far is this sanctuary?”

“An hour away.”

I wince. There’s no chance in hell we can outrun three wolf hunters for an hour. “Have a little faith,” Hester says as if she has read my mind.

I want to, but I’m also realistic. “They tracked us this far.”

“As soon as we get on the highway, I can really hit the gas. These winding roads are slowing us down.”

I hold the dashboard as she takes a corner so fast, I’m sure we’re on two wheels instead of four.

I close my eyes, wondering if this is how I'll die, not at the jaws of three hunter wolves.

Hester mutters under her breath, and I’m pretty sure whatever she’s saying isn’t English. It sounds like some kind of incantation. “What are you doing?”

She doesn’t answer me but keeps mumbling. The air around us is charged with electricity, and I can feel something starting to surge and grow.

Magic, I realize. She’s calling on magic.

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