Page 37 of Wolf Sacrificed

I braced myself, gripping the seat in front of me. The cars collided with a deafening pop.

The force propelled me forward, and I couldn’t stop myself.

Thirteen

Sloane

The seat belt caught me, jolting my arm in an awkward position, and then flung me backwards into the seat. Because I sat turned sideways, my forehead smacked the headrest so hard that I saw white spots.

Blood gushed from a cut by my eye, running down my face and making it hard for me to see.

My chest hurt, and I tried to draw in a breath. I turned in my seat, gasping.

It wasn’t just anyone who’d hit us. It was a black Mustang, and the men inside it were getting out.

Lincoln growled, his seat belt swishing as he shoved his door open. “It’s my father’s men.”

My hand shook as I fumbled with my seat belt. It wouldn’t come undone. I mashed my thumb on the release button repeatedly, but it didn’t unlock.

“I’m stuck,” I said.

Lincoln jumped out and yanked on what was left of my door. It didn’t budge.

He glanced over his shoulder and cursed under his breath. “Brandon, help Sloane. Ian and I will try to head them off.”

He didn’t wait for a response before darting toward the men. Two more Mustangs pulled up beside the first.

Crap. I needed to get out of here. Lincoln, Ian, and the other enforcers would need help.

I wriggled, twisting, thinking maybe if I turned, I could unjam the belt. I gasped as pain ripped through my leg. My foot was stuck, trapped between the front of the car and the crumpled door.

Outside of the windshield, Lincoln and Ian were engaging Alpha Dane’s men with their fists. Chance and the enforcers in his car raced past to join the fight.

But our guys were outnumbered, and yet another Mustang was pulling up.

I had to get out of here. They needed my help.

What was Brandon doing? I looked at my brother, slumped over the wheel, unmoving.

I gulped. Oh no. Panic stabbed my heart.

“Brandon?” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

I shook him, and he groaned as he started to come too.

“Sloane, what happened?” He sounded a little out of it, his words slurring.

The front of the car had taken the full brunt of the impact, and we hadn’t been going slow either.

I shook him harder. “Hey, I need you to wake up. We got hit. Alpha Dane’s men are here.”

He blinked and then snapped to attention. His hands shot to his seat belt, and he hit the release button.

Good. He was back with me. Now I needed to get free.

I tugged the belt, flexing my hand just enough so that it turned into a wolf’s paw and then swiped my claws over it, sawing it in two.

One part of me was free. Now I needed to get my leg unstuck. I put one hand under my thigh as I shoved the other at what was left of the dashboard. It didn’t want to budge.

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