Page 35 of Cruel Revenge
We were racing out of Tyler. I didn’t like that. Once we reached a more open road, the vehicles were going to be able to gain more speed. I could really move as a werecat, and I could run for a long time, but I couldn’t run seventy miles an hour. Right now, it seemed like everyone was locked to a top speed of fifty, thanks to the traffic of Tyler after working hours, which, at a hard sprint, I could keep up as traffic made them slow down when I didn’t have to.
I was able to keep up, as two more police cruisers joined in. Something skinned my thigh.
Now they’re fucking shooting at me?!
I ran wide, getting to one side of the SUV, trying to keep it between me and the police cruisers trying to stop the situation that had unfolded in their town. I understood what they were doing. I didn’t care what they wanted, though. Carey was my only goal, and I was willing to hurt anyone to get her back. If I had to deal with more of them to get to her, I was willing to do that.
Then I have to save the werewolves. I don’t even know where the kidsare.
And Stacy.
Just thinking her name, having heard what I heard, made me run faster.
When a police cruiser got behind me, I finally lost my patience.
“THEY HAVE MY DAUGHTER!”I roared in my head, letting it echo into every mind that could hear, not caring if other drivers and people on sidewalks or in their homes and businesses had me suddenly screaming in their head at full volume.
It was surprising enough for the police that the cruiser behind me suddenly braked. Its front end swerved a bit as theshock must have made that officer lose some control, the hard braking only contributing to the problem. The other cruiser did the same, its tires screeching in unison with dozens of others. Many of the cars on the road swerved into stops or braked hard right where they were as well.
I leapt after the SUV, and I was moving at full speed, getting around people who had no idea where the voice in their heads came from.
I tried for a back wheel again, snapping my jaws at it, hoping to gain any sort of purchase, but the driver swerved to dodge my attempt and hit the gas.
At full speed, I ran out of Tyler’s more densely populated areas, following the SUV, leaving behind any pursuers. We were entering the problem areas, where they were going to be able to gain more distance with every second that passed. However, they had to turn onto the highway, and they did so at speed, making a hard left.
I wasn’t sure if she jumped or if she fell out of the open door.
Carey flew from the vehicle right at the hardest point of the turn.
She bounced hard on the asphalt.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
My feet couldn’t move fast enough.
My heart couldn’t beat fast enough.
I couldn’t breathe deeply enough.
No. No. No no no no.
I raced all the way across the highway, luckily emptier than the streets in town. I slowed to a jog as I tried to find her, ignoring the blood on the road from her landing.
I found her on the other side, lying in the grass.
My beautiful, tough girl.
I didn’t stop until I was over her, looking down at her misty, stormy-blue eyes, red from her obvious tears, her lips cracked from the cold and the screaming.
“J-Ja-Jacky,” she stuttered out.
I whined. I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing now. I just knew Carey was with me again, for just a moment, and she recognized me. She was still with me.
“Yeah, it’s me, Carey,”I said in her head, and that made her smile.
