Page 57 of Feral Mates
“We need to get off this interstate,” Apollo said in an offhanded way, but I could smell his tension and anger increasing. “As soon as possible.”
“Let’s just see what we’re dealing with. Tell me more about the facility. Do you remember anything about the tests being given?”
“You do not want to know, little mate.” Kai kept his gaze locked on the traffic jam outside the windshield.
“You’re going to need to tell me at some point if I’m going to try and help you.”
We remained quiet as tensions continued to rise. We were crawling along the interstate. One mile, then another. At that point, I could see something ahead. “Let me see what this is. Just relax.” Before they had a chance to object, I opened the door, moving onto the highway. Still unable to see anything clearly, I stepped onto the rocker panel, stretching as I tried to decipher what was going on.
“Shit,” I muttered, immediately slipping back inside. “It’s a roadblock. The police are questioning everyone. Now, I’m no expert on wolves, but I doubt any canine can drive a car, which makes their activities ridiculous.” I felt the heat of their bodies expanding as soon as I muttered the words.
Not as wolves, but as shifters they could.
“This is risky, but I’m going to drive on the shoulder and take the next exit. It’s entirely possible since the move is illegal that one of the officers will call it in and we’ll be stopped.”
I could tell what I’d told them hadn’t gone over very well.
“Then we will outrun them,” Apollo stated. “When you get to a safe place, pull over. We’ll test your theory on whether a wolf can drive. The answer might surprise you.”
Shuddering to my core, I was thankful I usually remained in the right-hand lane. I certainly wouldn’t consider myself a speed demon, although there was enough power in the engine that I could outrun most vehicles. I casually moved onto the shoulder, crawling up very slowly to try to keep from drawing attention.
I found myself holding my breath as I made my way to the exit. When I was only a couple hundred yards away, some other asshole decided what I was doing was a great idea. The driver plowed into the space close enough I almost ran into the back of him.
Someone blew their horn.
Another driver did as well.
And another gut-wrenching moment told me at least one of the officers was paying very close attention to what now the two of us were doing. At least the vehicle now in front of me was a huge Ford pickup truck with big ass tires. I trailed behind maybe a little too close, but he was providing decent cover.
Once on the exit ramp, the other driver flew down the road, barely stopping at the stop sign before taking off. He even squealed his tires. Great. More attention drawn to what we’d done.
I had no idea how to get to my parents’ house from here, so I took a right, constantly checking the rearview mirror until the exit itself faded into the distance.
The anxiety was killing me, my pulse racing and the knot in my stomach growing exponentially.
“Pull over, Savannah.” Apollo’s voice was deeper, ripped with a warning.
Instead of arguing with him, I found the first logical and decent location.
When I was stopped, I hung my head over the steering wheel. What in God’s name did I find myself in the middle of?
“This is crazy. Are you certain you can drive? We can’t take any chances.” I don’t know why I bothered asking. At this point, it seemed as if the three wolves could do anything their host had been able to do. Even more. I’d already seen evidence of their super strengths, attributes wolves exemplified.
“Just give me directions,” Apollo said as he opened the car door. “I can and will drive.”
After shifting seats with him behind the wheel, I pulled up the GPS, staring at the map. To stay off the highway, the route would add an additional thirty minutes if not more to the trip. In dark roads I’d never traveled.
Apollo returned to the road, adjusting the mirrors and concentrating on paying close attention to whether we were being followed.
“Take a left at the next traffic light,” I directed. The tension remained, lingering with heavy heat and anxiety, suffocating me even more than before.
“It will be alright, little mate.” The agitation in Apollo’s voice made it very clear he was just as uncertain as I was.
We all were.
“What are we going to do?” My question wasn’t about hoping for a magical answer. It was said almost in passing as I stared out the passenger window.
“We survive.” Kai’s deep baritone reverberated in my chest. The two words were primitive yet comforting.
