Page 47 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

I picked up my pace and ran into Silas, Painter, and Baine in the elevator. It gave me time to fill them in on what I’d seen.

We had just stepped outside when a massive explosion went off. Instinctively we all took cover.

“What the hell? You told me no major explosives because they’d draw too much attention,” Baine complained.

“Look around. There’s a lot of very human cops and more coming in,” Painter pointed out.

“Let’s get moving. The others can catch up,” Silas said.

“I have to find my mate.”

Fear tugged at my chest as I ran into the chaos.

“Tilly!” I yelled, jumping up and down and searching everywhere for her.

My dingo was freaking out. I was freaking out.

I had to call on him to channel accelerated hearing, vision, and smell. It meant that my animal was very close to the surface and I was on the verge of losing it in front of everyone.

I couldn’t find my mate anywhere or my parents for that matter.

Finally, I just stopped in the middle of it all. I closed my eyes and I just listened while taking in deep breaths.

“What’s he doing?” Baine asked.

“Hell if I know,” Silas responded.

They were already offering assistance to anyone who needed it. Meanwhile I just stood there.

“Her name is Helen Bridger. Egan is her son. He’s a murderer and he’s illegally running science experiments on people without their consent. He kidnapped me from my mate’s house days ago. I don’t even know how long it’s been.”

“Who did he allegedly murder?” the cop asked.

“Who didn’t he murder? Just look inside. No way that collapse isn’t going to show the hundreds of dead bodies in stacked up in there.”

“Someone check this allegation out,” he called in.

“Chief, you aren’t going to believe this.”

“Shit. Okay ma’am. I have your information. You’re free to go now.”

I looked around, finally finding her. She looked so lost and alone standing there in the midst of it all.

“Tilly!” I yelled.

I was running towards her now, probably faster than I should have been, but I didn’t care. My mate was alive and she was right there.

“Tilly!”

She must have heard me because she started looking around.

Just before I wrapped her up in my arms, she spotted me too.

With a growl, I kissed her until my dingo calmed and I could finally breathe again.

Next, I pulled back and physically checked her. She had a bandage on her arm, but otherwise seemed okay, just a little dazed and confused. I wasn’t sure if that was all the excitement, the explosion, or that kiss.

“You’re going to be okay,” I told her, and I knew I had to believe it was true.

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