Page 80 of Stalked By the Alphas
“What if she never forgives us?” I ask, voicing my deepest fear.
Carter’s expression is grim. “Then we’ll have to live with the consequences of our actions.”
The thought makes my chest ache. A life without Hazel seems unbearable. But Carter’s right. We have to face the consequences of what we’ve done.
“I think we had better go and find Zach. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
Carter nods, and we head for the door. Neither one of us knows what to say or where to go, even as we climb into Carter’s car.
I dial Zach’s phone, but of course, it rings out. I don’t keep trying. It will only push him further over the edge.
We drive in tense silence, scanning the streets for any sign of Zach or his car. The night air is thick with humidity, matching the heavy atmosphere in the vehicle.
“Where would he go?” I mutter, more to myself than to Carter.
Carter’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. “I don’t know. He’s unpredictable when he’s like this.”
A horrible thought occurs to me. “You don’t think he’d go to Hazel’s, do you?”
Carter’s jaw clenches. “He better not. That would be the worst thing he could do right now.”
We slowly drive past Hazel’s house, relief washing over me when I don’t see Zach’s car. But the relief is short-lived as worry sets in again.Where is he?
As we drive aimlessly through the darkened roads, I try to think rationally. Where would Zach have gone after all this upset? An uneasy thought buries its way through my mind, and I breathe in deeply before I exhale.
“The motorway bridge,” I say slowly.
Carter’s head snaps to the side to stare at me. “You don’t think…?”
“I don’t know. Just go.”
He doesn’t question me; he simply looks back at the road and accelerates, turning the car sharply towards the footbridge that crosses over the motorway near here.
We drive in tense silence, both of us praying we’re wrong about where Zach has gone.
As we approach the bridge, I spot Zach’s car parked neatly on the side of the road.
My heart plummets.
“Fuck,” Carter mutters.
We leap out of the car, scanning the bridge desperately.In the dim light, I can just make out a figure perched on the railing in the middle of the bridge.
“Shit. He’s up there.”
“What do we do?” Carter asks, staring up at Zach and desperately running both hands through his hair. “Shit. Fuck. Noah?”
“We have to stay calm. No loud noises, but not too quiet either. We don’t want to startle him.”
“Do we both go?” His urgent question is valid.
“I’ll go first and see if I can talk him down. You come but stay back and don’t say anything until I tell you to. He is in a bad place. This situation has brought up memories of his past. He spoke a little bit about it to me yesterday.”
“Okay, yes,” Carter says. “Go do your psychology thing with him.” I nod and turn, but he grabs me by the collar and growls in my face. “If anything happens to him…”
“I know, Carter. I know.” I get it. We are pack mates. It would destroy us if our closest friend died, and we couldn’t do anything to save him.
I approach the bridge slowly.
