The bell above the entrance chimes as a pair of them push through the front door. Beep screamswolves!, and a second later, their gamey magical scent hits me hard. Coffee cup abandoned, I hurry through the busy interstate diner, trying to ignore the slippery wetness between my legs.
I burst through the back door, with the two on my tail, only to find myself face-to-face with a third man.
He snarls, face shifting, hands turning into claws as he grabs at me. He can barely contain himself, sucking in my scent like I'm his favorite meal.
"Get her in the truck," he rasps, voice thick.
"Help! Somebody help me!" I scream while they lift me and throw me into the backseat.
I shriek, beg them to stop, to let me go. Beep tries to calm me down. I want to shift, but she still takes forever, and we don't have that kind of time.
"God, I can barely hold myself back," the one beside me growls. His fingers dig into my shoulder, teeth scraping against my skin as he inhales my scent. I feel the wet heat of his tongue on my neck. "She smells so fucking good. Like honey and slick. I can't—oh fuck! I can barely hold it—"
My stomach turns with revulsion. I can feel their desire for me. There's a wildness to it, something frenzied, like they can't control themselves.
And still, the cramps, theneedbetween my legs, continue.
"I need her, man. I'm so hard, it's—I can't hold off, man, I can't—"
I try to scream, to pull away, while the man beside me becomes incoherent, snapping his teeth, pawing at his crotch, while the big truck careens out of the parking lot, racing down the road.
Beep's voice steadies me.Wait until they reach the curve.Like a vision, she shows me what to do next. I'm too scared to overthink it. And when the truck rounds a corner, approaching a massive hill, I spring forward and yank on the steering wheel.
The truck flips.
I can't believe it. The wolves, frantic, try to grab at me, even as we roll down the mountain, bouncing within the cab.
Glass shatters around us, and before the truck settles, I'm squeezing through the broken rear windshield.
"Grab her!" one of them snarls. "She's getting away!"
It's the last thing I hear before I bolt.
I run because my life depends on it, when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and make the pain in my abdomen go away.
I run because my dignity depends on it. They can smell the need on me, the wetness between my legs. They're the most aggressive wolves I've ever encountered, somehow even more terrifying than the one who tried to kill me.
I run and run.
And still, they chase.
It's really not the time, but I debate sticking my hand between my legs to get some relief.
I've got this.I've got this!I swear silently, more to myself than to Beep. Panic tears at me, branches and tree limbs lashing out, smacking me in the face.
My lungs are burning, feet bleeding. The cramp in my abdomen is nearly unbearable. I hop on one foot, nearly trippingwhen I step on a sharp rock, which slows me down, but I bury the scream in my throat, shake it off and keep running.
I can hear them coming.
The forest feels cold and empty. My body is betraying me—sweat dripping, core throbbing with a sick heat I can't control and didn't ask for. My pussy aches, and I need someone to fuck me so badly. I don't understand what is happening.
If I stop, even for a second, if they catch me… God, the terror claws at my throat until I can barely breathe. My omega writhes inside me, whimpering and scared. I want to scream until my voice breaks, but what good would that do?
I hear running water. That's saved us twice before. Wolves lose scent in the water, unable to track us.
My thighs burn with every step. Beep paces inside me.
"I've got this," I rasp again. She doesn't correct me. My silent sentinel, she listens and smells what I can't, while I focus on pumping my legs.
