“Sw-sw-sw. Fu-ck.”
I can’t even get the words out. I'm shaking so bad.
“St-ay here,” I grate out, and she just shivers as she stares at the car.
I climb the bank and wave down a few cars. Four cars pass me until one pulls over and calls the police.
She blessedly has some blankets in her car, and I take them back down to the bank where Sloane is sobbing.
She’s staring at the car, and neither of the Alphas have come out of the watery depths.
There’s no way I can swim against the current. There’s nothing either of us can do except wait for emergency services.
The woman who pulled over is trying to console Sloane while she’s on the phone with dispatch.
It’s looking hopeless.
Things get worse as we see the car shift, and we both fear the worst.
Suddenly, a lone dirty blond head gasps for air out of the river.
But he’s completely alone.
Sloane begins to hyperventilate next to me, and my heart sinks.
No, there’s no fucking way.
Bram can’t still be in the vehicle. Max promised.
I can’t lose Bram. Sloane can’t lose Bram before we even get to bond and be a real pack.
There’s no way we’re coming back from this.
CHAPTER 35
My Alpha is gone.
I can only see Max’s light hair above the surface. I didn’t get to bond him. I didn’t get to live my life with him. He’s taken away from me before I’d gotten to experience what true pack happiness is.
I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m dying.
“Oh, honey. The police and fire department are on their way,” a woman I don’t recognize says.
It feels like every inch of me is frozen, and talking is impossible.
The man I love is stuck in that vehicle that’s nearly fully submerged. Only about a foot from the top of the SUV is still sticking out.
I need him. This can’t be real.
We were just in therapy working on all of this. He was trying. He was trying so fucking hard because he loved me.
Bram chose me; he protected me; he’s my Alpha.
I can’t lose him, not when I’ve barely had him.
I shrug off the blanket that was providing me some semblance of warmth and step toward the running river bend.I’m not sure what my plan is, I know I can’t out swim the current, but I can’t sit here and do nothing.
Arms wrap around me, and I know they’re Ethan’s.
