Page 51 of Hunted

“Do you think we can make our escape?” Dominic rasped low.

“I know my father. They’ll make a shift change at one in the morning. That’s what he taught me.”

“We’re injured, though,” Dominic replied.

“We’re two alphas.” Luke’s voice was firm. “We can do it. We have to do it. We don’t have a choice. Think about Abigail. We need to get back to her.”

“Yes,” Dominic rasped the word out.

He reached for the wolf inside him then, calling for the beast to come to the forefront of his mind. Hopefully, allowing the wolf to take over would help him to heal.

Dominic must have fallen asleep, or maybe lost consciousness, because hours later, Luke was shaking him awake.

“It’s time.”

The wolf receded to the back of Dominic’s mind.

At least I healed a little,he thought when he realized he could see clearly, and some of the aches and pains were gone.

“But before we go, I need to ask you something,” Luke whispered to Dominic.

“Yes?”

“I need official asylum.” Luke’s voice was nothing more than a whisper, but his words carried a desperate intensity. “Until we can eliminate my father and his followers from the pack.”

“Of course,” Dominic said immediately. “Until this is resolved, you are officially part of the Moonstone pack.”

They shook on it, and at that moment, Dominic knew they were both thinking the same thing.

We need to get back to Abigail.

We need to get back to her safely.

The shift change was indeed happening at one in the morning although Dominic wasn’t sure how Luke even knew the time.

Using their combined strength, they managed to pull the gate off its hinges. They worked as quietly as they could, but removing the gate made some noise. No one seemed to notice, though, and Dominic followed Luke’s lead.

Dominic took several deep, gulping breaths of fresh air as they stumbled outside.

They remained in the shadows, still moving as quietly as they could when Dominic spotted the vehicle they had arrived in.

“We can push it to the road,” Dominic whispered, and Luke nodded. “We’ll start it a few miles away.”

They worked together, barely breathing in their need to remain quiet.

The Crimson Claw pack compound remained quiet and in darkness.

And all the while, all Dominic could picture was Abigail’s face.

Chapter 23

Abigail

Ithadbeenforty-eighthours.

Forty-eight damn hours.

Her anxiety had become bigger than her. It had consumed her and then spat her out, a bag of bones and flesh, and had then become a living being on its own.

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