Page 101 of Feral Mates
“They’re closing in fast. Run, Kai. Run fast.”
The three of us returned to the forest, racing through the trees, but they weren’t nearly as thick as the others had been. Whoever was driving wasn’t stopping.
We were fast, but they were gaining on us. Even though we were moving from one side to the other, keeping in the shadows, headlights pounded against our flanks.
She continuously glanced over her shoulder, taking gasping breaths as we fought our way through the forest.
“They’re gaining on us.” Her scream filtered into the night sky.
I pushed harder, moving as quickly as I could. The heat of the engine was close, too close. At this rate, there would be no chance of breaking free and getting away.
“No. They have dart guns. I can’t allow that to happen.” I knew exactly what she was doing. Reaching for her weapon.
We took off in another direction, trying to avoid another massacre. But at this point, we would do whatever was necessary to keep us all alive.
Somehow, she managed to grab her weapon while still hanging on. I couldn’t pay attention to what she was doing, instead rushing toward a thicker clump of trees.
The roar of the engine was even louder and seconds later, I narrowly avoided being hit by a dart.
Apollo acted as if he was going to stop and fight them.
“Don’t do it. You can’t win against them this way.” He growled at my words, even throwing his head back and issuing a single but long howl.
Birds scattered.
Other creatures fled the area.
Except for a group of beasts who I hadn’t sensed before, but they must have followed us.
Hybrids. Shifters.
They were angry.
And they would fight with us.
Perhaps they would get a chance.
Our beautiful mate managed to get off a single shot before almost falling from my back. She shrieked, almost dropping the weapon as she crouched down, wrapping her arm around my neck. Her breathing was ragged, her pants coming in shallow waves.
Just seconds later, we heard a crash, the sound echoing even in the dense forest. She’d managed to force the driver to lose control.
Only then did we slow down, moving behind a group of trees. Where we stood watching as other beasts inched from the shadows, advancing on the truck that had been following us.
Humans attempted to escape the wreck and the danger, one getting off a shot, hitting a beast in the chest.
The animals’ cries were high-pitched, but nothing was stopping the beasts from attacking.
The sounds were keening, men losing their lives, each one being torn apart by pissed-off beasts who hadn’t enjoyed their accommodations.
We remained where we were, our responsibility of protecting her the only thing on our minds.
When silence floated through the forest, I moved closer to the beasts with Savannah remaining on my back.
There were other wolves, their muscles dripping blood. And tigers, still licking their chops while feasting on the remains.
“Thank you,” she said, hoping they could understand.
And something inside told me they could.
