Nothing.
Nowhere in that whole mental sequence did he see anything going wrong. And he didn’t think that could possibly be true.
Maybe the visions didn’t come on command, or at least not without years of training. Because there was no way that—
Family and friends… Seers see visions about things they care about…
He closed his eyes again and did his best to relax. He rolled his shoulders, letting his tense muscles loosen.
He focused on Savannah. This time he pictured her in the driver’s seat, driving through the arch. Tension started to clench his muscles again. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Mentally, he sent her down the road, with Roy lying in the back seat… She was going around a sharp curve…
The truck running over a row of stopsticks and swerving madly…smashing into a tree…
Dozens of Jason’s men pouring out of the bushes…swarming over the car, smashing the windows… Austin bursting out of the truck in animal form and being surrounded by twenty wolves…
Savannah’s body lying on the ground, vacant eyes staring at the sky, throat torn out…
A grenade explosion of rage and panic detonated in his gut. “Nooo!” he howled. His fangs burst from his gums, itching to sink into flesh, and his whole body instantly went furry. His bones and muscles warped and rippled as his wolf fought to burst out of his skin.
Jason’s men were going to ambush them and make it look as if Roy had killed her. And him too, of course. Who would even question it?
He staggered, blind with fury. He’d kill them. He’d kill them all.
“Austin!” Savannah’s voice wrenched him back to reality. He followed it, staggering towards her.
The haze cleared away from his head, and he sucked in deep breaths.Savannah isn’t dead. She isn’t dead.
He blinked hard. He was standing twenty feet from the truck, and he was leaning on Savannah, who was swaying under his weight.
“I’m okay,” he said slowly.
“Did you see something bad?” Savannah looked up at him, her brow creased with worry.
“Just us being slaughtered by Jason and his men,” he said grimly. “No big deal.”
Savannah had started to answer when a shrill voice rang out from behind him.
“Austin Aloysius Bronson.”
Who the hell even knew his middle name? That sounded like the way an angry mother would address him.
He spun around…and found himself looking down into the furious face of Savannah’s mother, Laurel. Right before she drew back her fist and clocked him in the jaw, surprisingly hard for a short, roly-poly woman in a gingham dress and sensible shoes.
“Mom! No! Don’t hit him! What are you doing here?” Savannah cried. She grabbed her mother’s arm just in time to stop her from punching him again. “Why are you punching him?” she yelled as her mother wrenched her arm free.
“Because I can’t punchyou!And because he let you take this incredibly dangerous job! How could you?” Laurel yelled at her.
“I left you a note,” Savannah mumbled.
“Yes, telling me you needed a week off! How stupid do you think I am?”
Savannah stared at a crack in the asphalt. “Um…not enough, unfortunately? Ow!” she added as her mother socked her in the arm. “I thought you said you couldn’t punch me?”
“I changed my mind! Transporting the most dangerous prisoner in the country? What the heck were you thinking?” Laurel’s face scrunched into a furious red knot, and she clenched her plump fists.
Austin would have jumped in and put himself between Savannah and anyone else in the world, but he couldn’t get between her and her mother. He stood there, shoulders hunched, wincing in sympathy. He’d have to let her fight her own battle with this one.
