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However, up ahead, I am cut off by police cars blocking the road, so I jump the median into oncoming traffic. Thankfully, it is the dead of the night, no cars at this hour. I quickly go around them and pull back onto the correct side of the road, seeing my father’s territory coming closer.
I press my foot on the gas hard. What is usually a forty-five minute drive from one end of the city to the other is over in a quarter of that, and the car becomes airborne just before entering my father’s territory.
His warriors wave their hands before giving chase as I smash straight through the boom gate, sending the wood splintering to pieces and cracking the windshield. Glancing in the mirror, I see the six men on patrol shift and start chasing the car.
It takes another five minutes before I pull up at the pack house, and my father is waiting, prepared for the intruder as I pull up into the driveway, running over his mailbox, a mini replica of the two-story pack house. His manicured lawns get ruined as the tires tear up the grass. My father stands all imposing on the top steps, unperturbed by my entrance into his pack.
Partly because I think he believes it is another pack Alpha or council member. Yet, his arms drop, and his face takes on a mask of shock when I toss the door of the car open and climb out. Lexa presses beneath my skin, ready to take on his aura that I know he will use to make me submit. So this element of surprise is my only chance. I am still a rogue, but I am still of Alpha blood.
“Where is she?” I scream at him, storming toward him.
He shakes himself as his warriors skid across his lawn, coming up behind me. I glance over my shoulder as they close in, and my father’s shock transforms to anger.
“Who the fuck do you think you are coming here and demanding anything of me? How did you even get into the city?” he demands, casually walking down the stairs.
The front screen of the door opens and bangs shut.
“Elena?” Luke’s whimper escapes out.
My father spins around to face him. “Get inside, boy, you’re in enough trouble.”
Yet that glimpse of him is enough to set rage coursing through me when I notice the bruise on his cheek, and his face stained with tears as he rushes back into the house. I stalk toward my father and shove past him.
His eyes are still on the door, making sure Luke’s gone inside. As soon as I pass him, he grabs my hair, but Lexa has been expecting that, and I pivot on my heel. My claws slip from my fingertips and slash down his face.
He lets go, clutching his face, my claws slashing clean across his face from brow to chin. The moment they do, he stumbles backward down the steps and his warriors growl. But I growl back.
“You dare challenge me?” he sneers as blood drenches his shirt and drips off his face, the wounds already slowly healing.
“I’m not some frightened little girl, daddy. Nor am I defenseless now,” I tell him, letting my claws extend more.
My eyes flash as Lexa presses forward, and he smirks.
“That may be so, but you are rogue,” he taunts.
“But still Alpha blood,” I tell him, turning on my heel to look for my mother.
“Stop!” my father barks, and my body freezes, if only temporarily. I am much too angry. Adrenaline courses through me. Lexa grunts as his aura washes over us and, as painful as it is, I force myself to keep walking, fighting the urge to pass out.
“Kill her!” my father growls as I rip the door open.
I turn just in time to find his men charging at me, and Lexa shoves forward, taking control and forcing the shift.
Chapter
Fifty-Eight
Axton
A typical night is what I’ve been expecting. Which is usually spent working until I am far too exhausted or staring at the photos Elena sent me. Other than that, not much has happened in the city lately. We have night time curfews, and extra patrols. All borders are opened up, mostly due to the recent vampire attacks.
We have had more missing people in the past two weeks than in the city’s history. Which is the reason the city is shut down with curfews now. Until we figure out who and how they are getting in, it isn’t worth the risk.
“I wanna go for a run,” Khan tells me, and I roll my eyes.
Sure, he’ll talk to me now when he wants something. We hardly speak, and unless I need him for work or pack issues, he remains pretty much dormant.
“Axton!”
