Page 27 of Stuck With His Mate

All I can get my hands on easily is a sedan I swipe from the lot of a diner, I hot-wire it the way Lake showed me, and it sputters to life.

“Yes! Finally, something goes according to plan” I exclaim, ecstatic at my first successful descent into the world of grand theft auto.

I start my journey.

Immediately after leaving town I notice that I am not being chased by just one rogue. There are at least five of them on my tail, and although I am not equipped to kill them I will try to run them over.

One darts in front of me, and I floor the pedal, catching it right in the face, running it off the side of the road. Looking at the rearview mirror I see it tumble and lay still.

I grin in victory, right up till I notice that it had punctured a tire with its claws, and I now have a flat.

These rogues are nothing like the ones I had faced before. Although the rest lagged off, two of them kept pace with the car effortlessly.

Something rams into the side of the car, driving me off the road. My flat tire is unable to find purchase and before I know it, my car is tumbling off the road and landing on its side. Oh shit!

I get out of the car, yanking on the seatbelt to free myself as quickly as I can so I can run for help.

I run and keep on running until I am on the freeway and almost out of breath. Following a vague sense of direction, I make my way towards where the tiny compass in my head tells me Williem is.

One of them catches up to me, sinking its inches long claws into my midriff.

It hurts worse than anything I have ever experienced, but I keep calm. Turning in a half circle so the claws slide out of me, I grip its claws and pull so I come close enough that I can smell its awful breath.

I duck under its elbow, and push myself onto its back. In one quick move that only works because of how little I am in comparison, I wrap my arm around its neck and turn its head all the way around, breaking the neck easily.

I don’t waste any time to confirm if it is dead, I just continue my run into the perimeter I can now recognize from my few days as a ranger, pressing my hand against my wound until I finally black out.

WILLIEM

Angelina is in danger. Similar to the bond I share with my lieutenants, the mating bond is supposed to help Lycans stay in contact with their mates, regardless of distance.

My bond was only half completed, Angelina was a half Lycan and I have no definite knowledge on what it would mean for our mating bond.

Regardless of that, my bond was telling me she was in danger, and despite how much I had tried in the past couple of days, it was only now I could get a vague idea as to where she was.

Following my bond, I move in that direction.

I had spent these days following her disappearance looking for clues as to where she had gone while still performing all my duties as alpha. It was exhausting.

Eric had helped me keep an eye on the cameras at her college to spot her in the event of her return, but it was a fruitless endeavor as well.

Where are you baby? I have a question in my mind.

As I approach the perimeter of our territory bordering on the freeway, I see my mate, on the edge of the forest, bleeding and unconscious.

The wolf scrambles to the forefront of my mind, fighting me for control. He wants to hold and save his mate, and it is all I can do to keep control.

I send a distress call to the medics, I keep pressure on her wound, cradling Angelina in my arms. I check on her to confirm her vitals and the fact that she is still breathing easily is the only thing that helps me retain my sanity.

Chapter 11

Angelina

I know the full moon has come.

The pain in my chest stops, turned off like a faucet, and a burn starts in my heart instead, but it seems so far off. I can feel the burn, but it has no grip on me. It feels like something’s happening miles away, even though it’s in my body.

Since finding out that I was half Lycan because my mother was a full one, all my fears and trepidations had melted away. It had left a fresh layer of hurt instead of the old wounds caused by their imagined abandonment.

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