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“Why didn’t you come to us sooner?”
“I couldn’t.” She grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the door. “When we get outside, head north. It will take you past the omega’s grandma’s house.”
“What about Luther?”
“I’m already taking care of that. He won’t be harmed. I’m not the only one on your side. Let’s move.”
She jerks me out of the door, and then we’re running. I try to control my breathing, but my nose is crushed, and my throat is raw from that asshole choking me. Marie looks over her shoulder several times to check on me, and all I can do is nod. When we go around a corner, she stops and shoves me backward into another room. She quietly shuts the door behind her and holds her finger to her lips. I strain my ears and finally hear footsteps pounding down the hall.
“…I was so close, but that bitch stopped me. You should see this fucking beta, bro. I can’t wait until she leaves and I can get my hands back on him.” I shiver at Rocky’s voice, and Marie grabs my hand in support. I was so fucking close to being raped, and if it weren’t for her, I would have been. I just hope she’s being honest and she’s not sending me out to be chased like it’s a fucking game. “Get back here, and we’ll take turns.” His voice finally fades around the corner, but she waits a solid two minutes before cautiously opening the door.
“Ready?” she whispers, and I nod. We start running again and run up a steep flight of steps. She stops when we get to the top and unlocks a door. “Go north and go fast. They plan on ambushing the camp. Luther should be getting back soon to help. Pull every strong-bodied wolf that you have.”
“Thank you.”
She nods and shoves me out the door. “You should be feeling your wolf by now. Shift as soon as you’re into the trees. Go.”
I give her one last look and take off the way she pointed. My wolf comes growling to the surface, and my paws hit the ground as soon as I’m hidden. I push myself as hard as I can and feel my body’s natural instincts taking over. My nose, throat, and wrists heal. I’ve never run so fast in my life.
But I need to save my pack.
Chapter 22
Radley
I’m pacing in front of the wood cabin when I feel something slam into my head so hard that it takes my breath away.
“Bryce!” I call out. I can feel and know it’s him. Nash and Mason come running over, having felt the same thing. They both pull me into their arms, relief flooding our systems. “Holy shit. He’s okay.”
“That’s his wolf,” Mason says. “He’s running.”
“Why isn’t he talking to us?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. He might be hurt. Let me shift.” Mason shoves his shorts off and shifts in a split second, and I can tell he can hear Bryce when his lips pull back in a snarl. Nash does the same thing, and I stare at them, trying to call on my wolf so I can hear.
“Just breathe,” Margie says. “She’ll come to you.”
I nod and calm my breathing. My wolf, now with her bright red eyes, is waiting for me. Before I can think more about it, I’m on all four paws. No pain. No waiting. One second, I’m human; the next, I’m a wolf. It’s a surreal feeling.
“Radley,” Bryce breathes. “I’m on my way back. I’ll explain everything when I get there, but you need to sound the alarm and get everyone ready. They’re coming.”
“Already done, Baby beta. How close are you?”
“I’m coming past Grandma’s cabin.”I smile inside my mind that he’s already calling her his grandma.
“Is she in danger?”I ask.
“I don’t know,”Nash answers.“We can send someone for her.”
“I’ll stop and tell her what’s going on,”Bryce answers.“Hide Radley.”
“Shift back, Little wolf.”
One blink, and I’m back on two legs. Margie hands me clothes with a smile, and my cheeks heat. I’m still not as quick about remembering to take my clothes off as the guys are. I slide them on, and Mason grabs my hand. He pulls me toward the cabin, and Nash walks in behind him. They shut the door, still on high alert. I have no clue what to do so I flop down on the couch and chew on my lip, still worried about Bryce. I can’t even describe the relief I felt when he was suddenly back in my mind. I’d been searching for him for hours, and it was like a blank void. It didn’t help that I knew what usually caused that. Death. How did they block him from us? And how did he get away?
My phone starts ringing, and I almost jump out of my skin. Grandma’s number flashes across the screen, and I slide to answer.
“Hello?”
