Page 45 of Feral Mates
Suddenly, he let off an intense howl so loud and vibrant that the haunting sound permeated the air, overwhelming the chaos, if only for a moment.
Then he was quiet.
I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. They were telling me to leave. Had they been the wolves that had attacked the hikers?
No.
No, I felt it. They weren’t.
There were others. Just like what Camden had said earlier.
They could see me. They would follow me. I was certain of it.
The thought comforted me, boosting my courage.
Another strange sensation drowned out the comforting one. Once again, I turned toward the building. Through the melee,men and women still rushing into the night air, I was certain Dr. Blackwell was standing outside, his gaze locked on where I was standing. How was that possible?
Fear returned, crippling and suffocating.
The haze of terror and danger was broken by a series of low, husky growls.
Another warning. I needed to get the hell away now.
Jumping inside, I tossed the bag onto the passenger seat, immediately starting the engine.
Once in a long line to exit the parking lot, I grabbed my phone and dialed Carl’s number. “Come on, Carl. Pick up the phone.” The call went straight to voicemail.
He had to be okay. He was doing what I was doing, getting as far away from the laboratory as possible.
I felt sick inside as the vehicles crawled forward, almost blocked as two fire engines roared into the parking lot.
I could still feel them. My wolves. Forever protecting me.
When I was finally on the road leading from the laboratory, I continuously glanced into the rearview mirror expecting to see them.
Yes, I could sense them, their concern and anger, but they remained in the shadows and protection of the woods.
Ten minutes passed before I reached the main four-lane road, able to pick up speed. With my fingers white knuckled while wrapped around the steering wheel, I pressed down on the accelerator. Where the hell could I go? At this point, back to my apartment.
They’d follow.
I knew they would.
The seconds ticked by in perfect rhythm to the wild beating of my heart. This was crazy, yet still exciting in a twisted way. Once on the highway, the sensations lessened. Were they still following? Had something happened to them? No. They had to be alright.
I tried to control my concentration, freeing my mind. Perhaps the fear was too intense, too significant to harness the energy and connection we’d shared before. I’d tried to pretend as if it didn’t exist, but I’d been wrong.
Whatever reason we were tethered together, it would be used against us. That I knew with utter certainty.
There was no one following me, but I remained alert, finally breathing a little easier when I turned into my apartment community. After pulling into a parking space, I waited for a few seconds. When I glanced into the rearview mirror again, they were there. Eyes burning into mine.
Red-hot electricity shot through me, but at that moment, another wave of calm swept away the fear.
I climbed out, scanning the parking lot and letting them know mentally they were safe.
But was that the truth?
Everything that had occurred was crazy, including the fact I was completely aroused. The scent of my desire wafted into the night air, leaving me embarrassed and confused. How could I be turned on when our lives were most likely in danger?
