Page 135 of Choose the Bears

One of Kyle’s dads pushed forward through the crowd to inform us, and the far off wail of a siren confirmed that, but it wasn’t enough.

“Gimme your bike.”

Asher sounded like murder. Probably because he looked the same as he marched up to the closest biker. Bjorn, that’s what his name was, threw his leg over the bike and stepped free with a nod.

“It’s yours, brother.”

Asher didn’t acknowledge the gift, revving the engine before turning to us. “Bring back up,” he ordered.

My sleuth mate roared off the footpath and straight into traffic, forcing cars to stop abruptly, their hands slamming down on their horns, but he didn’t care.

And neither did we.

“Keys,” Kyle barked at his dad.

“Son, do you think?—”

“Keys or I take fur right fucking now,” I snapped, “and follow on paws.”

He handed them over reluctantly and that seemed to trigger something in the crowd.

“We found our prey?” a massive wolf shifter biker asked with a wild grin. “Then we hunt!”

I dimly wondered what the fuck our neighbours in their neat office blocks around us thought as we tore off down the road, cars and bikes quickly joining us as we sped up the streets. There was no question of which direction to take because the chaos was apparent as we passed. Cars stopped midway through intersections as we streamed forward, ignoring the traffic signals, the rules of the road, everything. We normally obeyed human rules, kept quiet, small in their presence, lest they turn on us.

But this time they crossed a fucking line.

No one, I mean no one was ever going to lay a fucking finger on my mate again and I tried to send that promise out to Imogen frantically as we raced forward.

“Rye?”

We were gaining on Phil, but the streets weren’t our friends. We were on a major thoroughfare around the city, unable to get close enough to cut Phil and his dickhead mate off and end this fucking thing. Kyle muttered something to that effect as I took a call from the fox shifter.

“We’ve got our people moving,” he told me. “Asher paid for the full participation of our colony and he’s got it. We’ve got carsmoving to intercept this cunt at every major road, but now might be the time to make contact with some of those friends you have in the police department.”

“On it,” I said, ending the call without another word. I tapped on my contacts, bringing up the number of a detective we had a lot of dealings with.

“Detective Lowell,” he barked. “You saved me a call. Want to explain why the majority of the shifter community is careening through the city in a high-speed car chase?”

Bruce Lowell was a police detective, but like quite a few members of the force, he was also a wolf shifter.

“Phil Jackson has my mate.” His silence told me everything I needed to know. “He knocked her unconscious?—”

“Got it. We’ll coordinate our cars from here, stop this fuck in his tracks, but… Who’s on the bike?”

I looked up through the windscreen and saw a police chopper flying overhead.

“Asher.”

“The killer? Are we going to have a problem, Luc? We were able to cover up his little ‘mishap’ when he was a kid, but this…”

“Just get there before he does. Do whatever the fuck you have to,” I snapped back. “Otherwise you’ll be explaining to your superiors why there was a polar bear rampaging through the city.”

“Right.”

“Hold on,” Kyle ground out as I ended the call, my hand slapping down on the ‘oh fuck’ handle. He wrenched the car sideways so hard the whole thing lurched to the right. For just a second, I thought he’d roll the damn thing, but he corrected swiftly, ducking around the car in front of us and hitting an empty stretch. His foot went to the floor, the car accelerating rapidly as we raced on.

As we caught up to Asher, I craned my neck. I’d apologise to Kyle’s dad later, but my claws punctured the roof upholstery, shredding it as we got closer. Of course, right as Asher floored the bike, racing up on one side of the ute that had our mate in it, they veered right abruptly, barely missing several cars as they crossed an intersection without warning. Asher followed without thought and my whole body stiffened as I saw a car spin towards him. He was forced to swerve abruptly, so fast he lost control of the bike, dumping it on the ground hard.

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