“Neither do I,” Ty added. “Right now, though, he’s our best shot at taking down Castro and keeping Liza safe.”
“Fine,” Dad said, running a hand through his hair. “Just promise me one thing. You’ll be careful, and you won’t take any unnecessary risks.”
“I promise,” I said firmly, meeting his concern head-on. “We’re going to get through this.”
With that, we continued discussing our plan, weighing our options, and considering every possible scenario. Whatever lay ahead, as long as I had my family by my side, we’d face it with unwavering determination.
As Ty and I made our way out of my parents’ house, it felt like a storm was threatening to break. In search of some solace, I twined my fingers with Ty’s, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze, his touch both comforting and protective.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” Ty murmured.
I wanted to believe him, but worry still sat heavily on my chest.
“Ty,” I whispered. “Do you feel like we’re being watched?”
He glanced around, his heightened awareness undoubtedly sharper than mine. “I have no idea, but I’ll stay watchful,” he replied, scanning the surroundings.
We climbed into Ty’s truck, and as we pulled away from my parents’ home, a sense of unease settled over me. My gut twisted into knots, making it difficult to breathe.
“Something’s not right,” I said. “Something’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” Ty asked, his attention on the road ahead. “What do you mean?”
“Look at that car.” I gestured toward a black sedan in the rearview mirror that had been tailing us since we left my parents’ place. “It’s been following us for a while now.”
“Stay calm,” Ty said, his voice remaining steady, but his concern growing more apparent. “Just let me handle this.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he accelerated. The black sedan followed suit, its engine roaring to match our speed.
Fear coursed through me like electricity. “Ty, what are they doing?” I gasped as the car drew close, swerving dangerously behind us.
“Trying to run us off the road.” Ty growled in a deep voice that told me his wolf was itching to get out. “Hold on, Liza.”
He sped up again, expertly weaving through traffic as the sedan continued to tail us.
I gripped the door handle as the truck lurched and swayed. Ty’s grasp on the steering wheel was so tight, his knuckles turned pale, his gaze flickering between the road ahead and the persistent black sedan chasing him. The realization hit me hard and fast. This wasn’t just an aggressive driver. It was another kidnapping attempt.
When would this fucking end?
“Ty,” I said, my throat tight with fear. “This is about me, isn’t it?”
“Damn right it is.” He floored the accelerator as we sped toward the estate. “But I won’t let them take you.”
“Can’t we call for help?”
“Already did,” Ty said through gritted teeth. “Backup’s on its way.”
“Are they going to make it in time?”
“Let’s fucking hope so.”
We raced down the winding road, and every twist and turn heightened my anxiety. My wolf paced restlessly within me, her instincts urging me to fight or flee. There was nowhere to run, and our enemy remained frustratingly out of reach.
The sensation of weightlessness gripped me as our vehicle careened off the road, my heart pounding wildly. Tires screeched, and the deafening noise of metal scraping against the road echoed in my ears as my body jolted.
I bit back a cry of pain.
“Are you okay?” Ty’s voice was full of concern, but there was no time to dwell on injuries. We had bigger problems to deal with.
