Page 70 of What a Wolf Demands

Hunters. The pack’s best fighters were in hot pursuit. Now, she and Dom were both fugitives.

And there would be no trial this time.

Just death.

She leaned forward, lungs burning as she raced the last few feet to the car.

When she reached it, Dom flew past her and climbed in the driver’s side.

Don’t look back, don’t look back. The chant galloped through her mind as she yanked open her door and scrambled into the seat. Before she could shut the door, Dom threw the SUV in reverse and sped them backwards, one big hand braced on her seat’s headrest.

She was flung forward as they reversed up the dirt road. She caught herself against the dash, then somehow managed to push herself upright. Her door swung wide, catching against the hinge before bouncing back toward her. She grabbed the handle and slammed it shut.

Dom went faster, one hand on the wheel, his face tight with concentration. Rain pelted the windshield and pummeled the roof.

A dark shape flew across the SUV’s hood.

Lily’s scream caught in her throat. Wolves.

“Dom—”

“I know.”

Something hit the side of the car.

Dom didn’t flinch.

One hand on the dash, she held her breath as they hurtled backwards, bumping over ruts and fallen branches.

Another thud followed by a wolf’s sharp cry that was snatched away by the rain and wind.

Her teeth began to chatter. She clenched her jaw.

“Hang on,” Dom muttered. He slammed the brakes and jerked the wheel at the same time.

Lily flew sideways, her shoulder slamming into the door, the breath knocked from her lungs. Tires squealed, and the smell of burnt rubber filled the SUV.

Dom shifted into drive and punched the gas.

She was tossed backwards in her seat, her wet hair smacking her in the face. Fiery pain licked down her shoulder.

It didn’t matter. They were moving forward, the causeway visible through the windshield as the wipers jerked back and forth, clearing the rain.

Almost there. Not even the fastest Finder could keep pace with a vehicle moving at top speed.

They were going to make it. They’d gotten out alive.

No. She gulped and dug her fingers into the seat on either side of her thighs. They hadn’t gotten out alive—not all of them.

Bart was still back there, his body probably cold on the ground.

Tears flooded her eyes. She sucked in a trembling breath.

“Lily.” Dom’s voice was low—the same voice he’d used when they first faced off across the bar at Jay’s Place.

She looked at him.

He kept his eyes on the road, and his tone was firm when he said, “Later, you can mourn. Right now, I need you to be strong.”

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