Page 52 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Are you okay, Abbie? We are nearly there,” I say to Abbie, and she sighs.

“You have to be quick; I know he already knows I ran. Wait, you are nearly here?” she asks.

“You never said it back,” I tell her, and she breaks down, sobbing into the phone.

“I thought you didn’t figure it out,” Abbie chokes out, and the phone goes grainy again.

“You always say it back,” I tell her.

“What sort of car did you say your boyfriend drives?” I hear the man ask in the background before listening to Abbie gasp. “A black one,” she says when I hear a bell chime in the background.

“Get down behind the counter,” he says, and the phone goes deadly silent.

“He found me! Hurry!” I hear her whisper into the phone. I hear the service station attendant speak close to her and realize she must be behind the counter with him.

“Can I help you, sir?” I hear him ask before hearing Kade’s voice.

“I’m looking for a girl. Abbie, come out. This human won’t save you from me,” Kade’s voice growls.

“Sir, I have not seen a girl,” the man says.

“I can smell her. Now come out, Abbie, before I kill this man!” I hear Kade growl out. I swallow, listening intently before hearing Abbie scream along with loud banging and grunts. A furious growl tears out of Kade, and my heart sinks to my stomach. I place the phone to my ear, and the phone goes dead. “Abbie?” All I got is the dial tone.

Dustin floors it, driving faster toward the town when suddenly, he screams at the cars swerving off the road. It’s like time is slowing down. My eyes widen when Dustin tenses and clutches his head. My gasp sounds so loud as we hit the gravel and the side rail.

The car becomes airborne as it bounces off the guardrail and flies toward the forest. Dustin turns his head to look at me. I see a horrified look on his face as the car careens over the side rail, turning upside down in the air. Dustin’s eyes are glazed over, and I can see someone has mindlinked him, which caused the accident.

The sound of metal on metal reverberates as the car flips and smashes into trees, rolling down the hill. My stomach lurches into my throat, and I am tossed around like a rag doll in the back seat, the windows smashing out, and the noise is so loud it makes my ears ring. The crunching of metal and breaking windows rings out into the night as the car bounces off the tree.

My head smashes against the roof lining, and the car landsupright beside an enormous tree. Dazed, I groan, clutching my head as I peer around to see Dustin slumped forward in his seat, knocked out. Blood is dripping from his head. Frantically, I tug on my seatbelt, trying to unclip it. I attempt to open my door, but it is crushed from the roof, and the other door is pinned against the tree that has stopped rolling further down the hill. Finally getting free of my seatbelt, pain ricochets through me with each movement.

Reaching forward, I grip the back of the front seat headrest, pulling myself forward, my fingers slipping off the leather fabric made slippery with my blood. Blood trickles down the side of my face, some getting in my mouth and filling my left eye. I blink, wiping my face with the back of my hand and shuffling forward in my seat.

Climbing over the backseat into the passenger’s, I see the footwell is no longer there as the dash is pushed right into the chair. My knee brushes something that sends shooting pain through my abdomen. Falling in the passenger seat, I choke when I see a massive piece of metal embedded in my hip and stomach.

A gasp leaves me when I try to pull it out before choking on a sob and deciding to leave it. Sickened, I touch my back to find it has gone through. I have an overwhelming urge to pull it out, but I know it’s probably best to leave it. Grabbing Dustin’s head, I tilt it back, and he groans; his shoulders drop, his head falling forward when I let him go before it snaps upright. Dustin glances around at me frantically, twisting in his seat. He clutches my arms before peering down at the metal that is stabbing through me.

“I’m fine,” I tell him, though I can feel my pants and shirt soaked with blood.

Dustin looks around. “The king ordered me to stop,” he says, clutching his head. He tries to open his door, but it’s stuck against the tree. I gasp in pain, and Dustin tries to pull his legs out from under the steering wheel, which is pressed to his stomach. The whole front end of the car pushed into the front seats.

“Hang on, I will get you out,” he says while groaning when hetries to unpin himself. My head pounds and my eyes pulse to their own beat. My vision blurs as I glance around at the dark forest, only to spot the glimmer of lights among the trees at the bottom of the incline.

Those are town lights, and I gasp. “Abbie!”

“Azalea, no,” Dustin hisses, attempting to free himself.

“That’s where she is,” I tell him, and he tries to grab my arm as I turn in my seat.

“Wait, the king and Gannon are on their way,” he tells me, grimacing.

I shake my head, staring at him, but he looks fine despite being a little banged up and trapped. Abbie is right down there; I can just make out the service station’s enormous neon sign blinking like a beacon straight to her.

“No, Azalea. They are twenty minutes behind us. Wait.”

“Huh, we left hours ago,” I tell him. There is no way they could have caught up to us by now.

“Lycans can outrun even the fastest cars, Azalea. The king is running through the forest to get here, and Gannon is even closer. Just wait. You can’t even shift from the drugs in your system to stop your heat,” Dustin growls at me, punching the steering wheel in frustration because he can’t get out.

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