Page 54 of Rejecting his Mate

I close my eyes as the truck spins out, my stomach rolling at the motion. Then we’re moving forward at speed. Sawyer’s hand, I realize, is pressed against my shoulder, holding me in place.

Twisting in my seat, I peer out of the rear window. Red Deer wolves are still following us, but they are falling behind as Cade speeds down the mountain pass.

Dalton’s wolf meets my gaze and I feel him pressing into my mind, calling to my wolf to go to him. I wince at the pressure and the mounting pain as he forces his way inside my thoughts.

Come to me…

Pain slices through my skull as I try to push him out. I see lights behind my eyes, and I lean forward as my stomach clenches.

“Halle?” Sawyer’s voice penetrates my awareness.

“What’s wrong with her?” Cade snaps, and I hear the fear in his words.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m… okay.” I straighten in my seat, realizing I can’t sense him in my mind any longer.

I twist, glancing behind us, and as soon as I know Dalton’s wolf is looking at me, I flip him the bird.

Chapter 13

Halle

Jackson’s breath rattles in his chest as he lies across Sawyer and me. He doesn’t sound good, and that worries me. My old pack is no longer following the truck, left in the dust by Cade’s speeding along the road. Even so, fear grips me.

This has happened before…

The thought infiltrates my mind without warning or explanation. I don’t recall a time I was chased through the mountains by wolves, but the memory, the déjà vu, is so clear it won’t leave my thoughts.

I wish Adeline were here so I could ask her about it.

Jackson groans, bringing my attention back to him. There’s a lot of blood on his face and his body, hidden by the blanket Sawyer covered him with.

I try to reach inside myself to heal him, the same way I did Cade, but nothing happens. I might be part witch, but what use is it when it doesn’t work?

“Is he okay?” Cade asks, peering into the rearview mirror at me.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “There’s a lot of blood and injuries. We need to stop somewhere so we can get a look at him.”

Cade growls a curse under his breath. “We’re not stopping with those fucks behind us.”

I twist to look out the window as if expecting to see the wolves trailing behind the truck. All I see is empty road.

“I don’t see them following us,” I say.

“They’ll follow the road,” Wyatt explains. “Only one way in and out of these mountains, and they know that.”

Cold clutches my heart. “So, they’re going to catch us?”

“Didn’t say that. We can lose them once we get onto the main highway.”

Jackson fumbles for Sawyer’s wrist, leaving bloodied fingerprints on his skin. “They’re… not alone.”

“The pack?”

He nods, his throat bobbing as he tries to swallow. “They’ve called in… hunters.” The silence that fills the truck is terrifying. “Your mate… called them.”

I peer down at Jackson. Of course, Dalton called a team of exterminators to help in his quest to end my life. I glance at Sawyer. “It might be time for the rest of you to visit Florida.”

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