Page 51 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Think you can run from me! Who were you on the phone to?” he says, ripping me backward by my hair.

“Fuck you!” I spit at him just as I hear a loud crash, like a car accident coming from above. I kick and thrash while screaming for help.

A furious growl tears out of Kade, and he tosses me into a nearby tree. Pain washed over me as all the air leaves my body. I get to my hands and knees, only for him to grab my hair.

“Ivy!” I scream out clearly through the forest, praying she can hear me, when he starts dragging me down the mountainside with my flailing and thrashing.

Kade hauls me out, down the hill, and onto the grassy patch. I escape his clutches and begin running again when his body hits mine from behind, and he pins me to the grass of the small meadow at the bottom of the mountain.

My gaze tries desperately to scan my surroundings, my vision attempting to correct itself. But everything looks extremely fuzzing except the neon sign, which blinks frantically. All I can hear is the static noise emanating from it. The service station is about 300 yards from me and across the road. I scream when Kade starts ripping me backward from the woods. Kicking and screaming, I thrash around, trying to loosen his grip, begging him to let me go. Those pleas fall on deaf ears, however. Kade ignores me and rips me out of the tree line again.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Dustin doesn’t slow the car down once but glances at me nervously when we come to a particular spot on the winding roads. We know the castle is already aware of us leaving because Trey has mindlinked Dustin. I’m nervous, knowing the king will be furious. Plus, I’m scared for Dustin. “What?” I ask him, seeing him suddenly becoming nervous.

“We are about to drive through no-man’s-land. I need you to get in the back. We aren’t sure if the hunters know about you yet, but it won’t surprise me because they have eyes and ears everywhere. Nowhere is safe,” he tells me. My heart beats erratically at his words, and I swallow. We are deep into the forest and heading toward a range that leads between the mountains.

“Climb in the back and put your belt on. Stay low; the hunters have wild-game cameras in the trees, and I don’t want you spotted. We cannot stop along this stretch, especially without the Royal Guard with us,” Dustin tells me, and I glance at the backseat over my shoulder. I unplug my seatbelt before climbing between the seats and into the back. Peering around the back on the floor,I notice some tools, recognizing one to be a wheel brace. Also, some duct tape and rope. I bite my lip, not wanting to know why they are in the car. The wheel brace, sure, but why the duct tape and rope?

“Seatbelt, Azalea,” Dustin says firmly before shrugging his jacket off, only leaving one hand on the wheel at a time. I quickly plug it in and see him glance in the rear vision mirror. He tosses me the jacket.

“Now, get down! Pull that jacket over you. The windows aren’t tinted in this car,” he says, and I sink in my seat just as he floors it, accelerating even more. I am shocked at how much speed this car has; I honestly think we are moving too fast. Everything zips by in a blur. We are passing cars like they are standing still. I remain quiet, letting him focus on driving along the steep, winding road leading into the mountains.

When we come to the top, it is a harrowing drive back down the other side, and he never slows, if anything, he speeds up more. I start to feel queasy from the motion. The car slides around the corners, causing me to hit the door. His eyes flickering to me in the rear vision mirror occasionally makes my heart jolt knowing he has taken his eyes off the road, even if only briefly.

After another half an hour of driving, I hear him let out a relieved sigh, so I know we must be coming into Alpha Kade’s territory or at least off no-man’s-land.

“How far out are we?” I ask him, and he looks back at me.

“About thirty minutes from the packhouse,” Dustin says. We drive a little further, and I see a sign saying we are coming to a town when my phone starts ringing. Dustin glances at it, where it sits in the center console. We are coming to another steep incline, and I wonder why anyone would live far out into the mountains, hoping this one wouldn’t be as winding as the last one. Leaning over, I grab it and answer it. What I wasn’t expecting was to hear Abbie’s voice.

“Pick up, pick up,” I hear her say, not realizing the call has already connected.

“Abbie?” I ask, and Dustin glances at me in the mirror, his brows furrow, and I know he must be listeningin on the call.

“Pull the phone away. Now on the screen, there should be a microphone picture. Press it so I can hear what she is saying,” Dustin says. I quickly do as I am told before staring at the phone, wishing I could see her. “Are you there?” I hear her ask.

“Yes, can you hear me?” I ask her, the phone volume turning a little static and crackling.

A sob escapes Abbie. “Ivy! Oh please, thank god,” she gasps.

“I’m right here,” I tell her, and she cries into the phone, trying to contain herself.

“Did she answer?” I hear a man’s voice says in the background.

“She answered, thank you so much,” I hear her gush, her voice lowers slightly so I know she has turned her face away from the phone.

“Are you there still?”

“Yes, I am. I am...” The phone crackles before the phone drops out of reception. It immediately starts ringing again, and I answer it, putting it on the loudspeaker once more.

“Abbie?”

“Listen, I need you to come to get me. I was wrong about Kade, Ivy. Send Gannon. Please! I want to come home; I am…” she falls silent. “I don’t know where I am. I can’t read the sign; I am… where am I?” I hear her ask the person with her.

“Metro service station, it is in Langley,” I hear a man’s voice tell her in the background.

“Metro Service station in Langley. Abbie is there!” I tell Dustin, and he nods, having already heard.

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