Page 35 of His Innocent Mate

Lightning strikes in every direction, near and far. The deafening cracks send my heart into a gallop.

We’d had storms at my cabin growing up. Bad ones. But never like this.

I’ve made a mistake. I shouldn’t be out here.

My hair flies against my face. I try to pull it back, but with the wind whipping around, it’s a wonder I’m even standing. Or that my dress is still on me.

CRACK!

The ground shakes so badly I almost fall. I need to get out of the rain, or I’ll die.

I look over at the house and see Brock rushing out the door, charging toward me.

Without thinking, I run towards the road, determined to get as far away from my crazy ex-mate as possible.

Something smacks my forehead. Then my arms. Then my legs.

Fuck, it’s hailing.

With as devastated as the world is, weather can change on a dime, going from sunny skies to doom and gloom at the snap of your fingers.

And this is the worst I’ve ever seen it.

CRACK!

I fall to the ground, landing on wet grass. Gasping for breath, I struggle to get to my feet, but my fingers are numb. I hadn’t even realized they were cold.

I’ve fucked up. I shouldn’t be out here. It’s too dangerous.

Big arms wrap around me, pulling me close.

Oh, hell no!

I fight against Brock, trying to escape, but into what I do not know. The homestead is falling apart, with trees falling everywhere.

“It’s okay, Lyra. I got you.” Despite Brock yelling, I can barely hear him.

“Let me go!” I cry, twisting to get away.

“It’s okay, baby. I’d never hurt you.”

I don’t have a choice. It’s either let him take me back, or die.

And it’s no longer just me and my siblings I have to worry about.

Brock holds me close as he starts back towards the house, but with the wind picking up, he can hardly walk.

CRASH!

Brock’s strong grip releases, and I fly through the air as the icy wind rips me away, whipping my body across the yard.

I land near a tree and grab the base, trying to pull myself up, but as I draw to a stand, my fingers give way, casting me to the earth and turning the world black.

Chapter11

BROCK

Lyra’s small body twists under the blanket. A part of me is glad she’s slept through most of the chaos going on outside, but not all of me is that selfless.

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