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I grit my teeth. “I know.”
“Theories?” she asks.
I grip the wheel hard enough it groans. “One. But I don’t like it.”
She peers at the side of my face. “What do we do?”
“You got your phone?” She nods. “Call mine.”
“What?”
“I left it with Caine.”
She pulls her phone from the center console and dials my number before putting it on speaker. The line clicks.
“Caine?” I bark.
“Cat? What’s wrong?”
“Nisha and I are being tailed by an asshole in an SUV.”
Silence then, “Where?”
“Almost to Silver Rock.”
“Why are you going there? Come here.”
“Not enough room,” I say fast. “Get to pack land. I need the back-up.”
“What about Ruin and Lilah?”
“They still at the hospital?”
“They were relieving Horan.”
“Gage with you?”
“Yes.”
“Then bring him too,” I say.
“Give me five, cat.” The line clicks.
I don’t bother with a directional as I slip off the old road and out onto the dirt expanse before Silver Rock. The SUV speeds up, a single figure in the front seat grows to a dark outline in the mirror. But even with my enhanced sight that’s all I can make out.
At the old posts, I whip the wheel right and barrel down the drive.
The noise alone will be enough to draw out any of the pack that may be around. And I know someone will be.
Sliding in sideways feet inside the entrance, I slam on the brakes and urge Nisha out of the car. She slips from the seat and I clamor over the center console after her. Grabbing her hand, I haul her over the lot toward the rec hall.
The SUV bumps up the drive and plows right into the driver’s side door, pushing it across the loose stone with a scream of metal on metal.
I grab Nisha and turn, shielding her body with mine as metal crunches and glass sprays.
Silence descends past the roaring in my ears. My head whips over.
The cars smoke but there is no other movement.
