“He’s been dropped off a couple miles down the road.”
That sounded ominous. “Dropped off?”
“Lucas drove his car into a ditch.”
My jaw slackened. “You crashed his car?”
“In his attempt to escape the rabid wolves,” Liam said slowly, “Miles took off a tad too fast.”
“And left me behind?”
“He was scared for his life.”
“But not for mine?”
“You really think that a man who hits a woman worries all that much about anyone else’s well-being?”
I sandwiched my lips together. “That was an accident.”
“Was it?”
Ireallywanted it to be. “He’ll never believe he took off without checking on Bea.”
“Bea sent him a message that she went on a trip out of state. Oh, and you sent him an angry text message after you woke up and found yourself stranded.”
I gritted my molars. So. Many. Lies. After a fraught beat of silence, I added, “Did you really need to put him in an accident?”
“Lucas injected him with enough venom to make him woozy, but we needed him to forget, and nothing like a little concussion for that.”
“Don’t make light of accidents,” I growled, back on the side of the road, leg crushed beneath the flaming motorcycle. “They’re serious, Liam. He could sustain brain damage and—”
“I said he’ll be fine, and I don’t lie.”
“Really? So what was your trip to Alaska? A truth?”
He dipped his chin, leveling me with a heated glare that probably should’ve intimidated me, what with it originating from my Alpha, but that did little to tamp down my soaring frustration.
“You said Bea was here,” I bit out. “Where?”
“In the living room.”
“I want to see her.”
His biceps flexed, making his shoulders ride a little higher.
I released a frustrated growl. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell’s going on.”
He snorted. Actually snorted. “You’re not leaving here until I leave, because you don’t have a car.”
We glowered at each other until Lucas returned, dressed in sweats and a black hoodie, baring a Ziploc filled with snow. “Don’t mind him, Knickknack. Liam acts like a dick when he’s worried.”
Liam must’ve spoken into Lucas’s mind because the latter smirked as he levered my head up and pillowed it against the pouch of packed snow.
Tears rushed into my eyes at the awful burn and the awfuller throb. “Where’s Bea?”
Lucas chucked the slush-filled pack he’d removed onto the nightstand. “Chained to the wall of the living room.”
Chained?“Why is she—She was bitten by the halfwolf too?”
