Wasn't this the whole point of having a mate? Things didn't make sense when it came to your mate. That you doubted every move.
"Dad, I'm telling you something is wrong with her so can you spare me the lecture and help…"
"Hold on a minute, my phone is ringing." Dad stopped me mid-sentence.
I couldn't stop the glare from forming on my face. Couldn't he just once, just once, put me first, instead of the pack?
He said anok, followed by anI'm on my way.
Then he looked at me with disappointment and disapproval.
"You were right. She is in trouble." His voice was sharp, and he grabbed a shirt from the floor. "That was her mother. She's been in a car accident. They are taking her to the hospital. Her mother said she took the car without permission. Looks like she was driving home after a night out."
"How bad was the accident?" A tight knot formed in my stomach and it twisted and turned. So, my fears were confirmed. She was in trouble. She was hurt. The headache I had got worse, and I knew it wasn'tmy pain, it washers.
"Just stay here." Dad closed the bedroom door, walking out into the hallway.
"Like hell, I will!" I shouted, not even caring about everyone sleeping since it was after five in the morning.
"You seeing her will just…"
"I don't care. I'm coming. I don't need your permission to see my mate." Did I just say that? My mate. Was this me accepting what was happening between Allie and me? That there was something between us. That we were connected, and I couldn't fight it or deny it.
"Fine, but don't get upset."
"Why would I get upset?"
"She had been drinking, but it seems the driver of the other car went through a stop sign."
Went. Through. A. Stop. Sign. It was an automatic reaction, my teeth clamped shut, my fingers curled into tight fists, and my jaw clenched.
I don't know what had her out drinking at this time of night, but I would bet everything on it that it had something to do with me. I hated myself at that moment for that, but, right now, I just needed to know she was ok, especially because this 'headache' was getting worse.
She was hurt, and I needed to see her. Now.
Chapter Fifty-six
We had driven past the accident. Allie’s mother's car was on its roof and crushed between a car and a pole. I knew as soon as I saw it, she wasn't walking from it unharmed.
I didn't know what was worse, her pain I had been feeling, or when I felt nothing at all. Her clouded jumbled mind disappeared. The pain she was putting me in was gone. I wanted answers as soon as we got to the hospital, but all we got was her mother in the waiting room telling us she had been taken into surgery with internal bleeding and a head injury. That was all we knew. The doctors had rushed her into surgery as soon as she got here.
We were at the private hospital which dealt only with werewolves. Humans thought it was a private and exclusive hospital, and they were right, but all you needed was our DNA to get in.
I was pacing the waiting room.
Just when I thought the night, well, day, now couldn’t get any worse, in walked the Falcon brothers and Ebony.
Chase and Blake went straight to Allie’s mom, hugging her and reassuring her. I hated how they had such a good relationship with Allie and her mom.
“Hey, Zane?”
My head snapped to Ebony, who was looking very nervous.
“What?” I didn’t mean to snap at her, but, right now, I was under a lot of stress, and my whole life was in a fucking surgery bay. Allie didn’t know how I felt about her, cause being the dick I was, I had pushed her away.
When she said she wasn’t fighting it anymore, I panicked. Now I was facing the reality I might never get to tell her I wanted to be with her. Fuck, all I ever wanted was her.
“Sorry about Allie. I’m sure she will be ok.” Ebony’s hand ran down my arm. I didn’t want her touching me. The only person I wanted touching me was Allie.