Page 36 of Wolf Sacrificed

Brandon shifted in his seat and peered into the rearview mirror again. “I can’t imagine what that must be like for him. It would have to be awful. I don’t think I could do that.”

Sloane mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t understand before her voice grew louder. “And dangerous. I wish he would’ve just stayed here the other night.”

I reached around the seat and took the hand she offered to me. “He’ll join us as soon as he can. You know that.”

She nodded and then turned her head so she looked out the window.

Brandon glanced over his shoulder and out the back window. I tried to follow his line of sight. That was the third time in the past few minutes he’d looked.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Brandon frowned, his gaze shifting to the road again. “I’m not sure. We made a few turns, but that black car back there keeps following us. At least, I think it is. I might be paranoid.”

I let go of Sloane and twisted in the seat. The enforcer’s vehicle was right behind us. But a few cars back behind them was a standard issue black two-door Mustang, the kind of car that my dad bought for all of his people. My heart plummeted into my stomach. What were the odds?

Sloane turned, gripping the back of the headrest. “Do you think Alpha Charles really did sell us out?”

Ian’s brow creased with worry as he looked behind us. “I know what he said, and I know he was a jerk at the meeting, but he wouldn’t do that.”

Sloane shook her head. “Are you sure?”

Ian grimaced and shook his head. “I wouldn’t think so. He was good friends with my dad. He knew Willa and I were there. I don’t think he would do that, but maybe that’s why he thinks he will be safe from Alpha Dane’s wrath.”

Sloane covered her face with her hands. “Desperation makes people do stupid things sometimes.”

I twisted farther so I sat on my knees and could stare out the back window. The Mustang weaved in and out of cars. The traffic had picked up, and they did their best to stay one or two cars behind us.

I slid back into my seat. “We have to be sure they’re following us and it’s not just some random jerk. Brandon, make the next right and then make a left and then a right again first chance you get.”

Sloane patted her brother’s arm. “Do what he says.”

She lifted her butt off the seat and dug her cell phone out of her back pocket. “I need to text Chance and the others to let them know what’s happening.”

I glimpsed over my shoulder again. “Good idea. Have them follow us.”

Sloane tapped on her phone so hard that I could hear her fingertips clicking against the screen. “Done.” Her phone dinged immediately with a new notification. “They noticed them too.”

Brandon slouched down in the seat. “Great, so it’s not just us.”

Sloane put a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Good job catching that, Brandon. You did good.”

He’d caught that without anyone’s help, which was impressive. There was more to him than he let on, and Sloane was right. His talents had been underutilized.

Despite the situation, her brother gave her a bright smile. “Thanks.”

Brandon jerked the car to the right as he made a hard turn. I cursed under my breath as my head whacked the passenger-side window. I didn’t say anything because it was good thinking to turn so fast without warning.

Sloane spun, ducking her head so she could see out the back. “Did we lose them?”

I held my breath as I turned around, searching. Chance’s vehicle drove behind us, but the Mustang had missed the quick turn.

But we were so intent on looking behind us that we didn’t see the car coming directly for us until it was too late.

“Sloane!” Brandon shouted and yanked her back into her seat.

Her shriek pierced the air seconds before metal crunched and tires squealed.

I flinched and cursed out loud.

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