Page 42 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I needed help.

Forcing my mind down the strand again, harder and faster, I finally felt the massive wave of electricity that I knew had to be Enzo.

“HELP ME!”I screamed into his mind, and immediately felt his attention.

“What happened?”he demanded.

I gasped for air as my stalker released me again, my entire body trembling. I was pretty sure I’d pissed myself, and my stalker was laughing.

I couldn’t form words, so I shoved images at the Alpha. My guards walking away. The man’s hands around my throat. The turn he’d made me take off the highway.

Enzo snarled something into my mind, but I was panting and shaking too hard to register the words.

“Take the next left,” my stalker said, and I turned again.

Still climbing higher, and still on the edge of the mountain.

“Now say goodbye to your Alpha,” the man taunted, before he slashed his claws over my throat.

Blood flowed down my skin, but even through the pain, I knew what he’d just done when I felt the string between Enzo andI snap. It was replaced with a much smaller, fainter one—a connection to the man behind me.

I was officially part of his pack.

The cuts on my throat healed instantly, but I knew there would be scars there. Far worse ones than the dainty little marks Aspen wore from Enzo’s claim.

My stalker stroked my face again, and another wave of tears broke through.

One thing had been clear for a long time:

He was a smart man. He didn’t take risks. He never left a trace, and he never got caught.

He had waited to take me from Enzo’s pack on purpose, so he knew I could’ve talked to Enzo.

He probablywantedme to talk to Enzo.

And if he did, he must’ve wanted Enzo to go to that turn. He wanted the Crimson Pack to look for me where we’d been earlier.

Which meant he was going to take me somewhere different. Or make me takehimsomewhere different. He hadn’t stalked me for years and gone to the effort of separating me from the Savages just to kill me or start a fight with the Alpha.

He wanted to take me.

Tokeepme.

And I couldn’t let that happen.

My body was still shaking. I was still panting.

My mind was still reeling.

But there was only one way I knew of to stop the man from forcing me to take him further. It was risky—but I’d rather risk my life trying to save myself than let him do whatever he wanted to me.

My gaze flicked back to the steep drop-off on my right.

I could see the highway down there.

If I got really lucky, I’d survive, and the Savages would find me.

If I didn’t… well, at least I’d go down with the only kind of fight I could manage.

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