Chapter 82
Deckard
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I quickly take the next turn and park the car on a quiet road flanked by thick trees on both sides. The only sound i can hear is that of the cars speeding on this road.
Without hesitation, I highlightmy car leaving it to Leonard as analine fills my veins, telling me to hunt. My men are about to stop as well, but I shout back, “Follow me! Keep the cars moving
I take off on foot, running at full speed. My focused is on the faint but unmistakable scent of Amica. My heart pounds violently–she’s in danger, I can feel it.
The more I run, the more my fury bubbles to the surface, Then see it; a van speeding up ahead,
Amica is inside, I know it.
My chest tightens as rage so i Summon my sword of fury, its blade igniting with a fire, I caught up with the van, holding on to the handle of the boot which allowed leap into the air and land on top of the van with a deafening crash.
The heat from the sword melts through the van’s roof as I slice, Sparks fly in every direction, the once–solid roof parting beneath my blade like paper. With a final, powerful strike, I carve the van in two, the force splitting it apart and leaving only a feeble iron bar connecting the two halves.
I drop into the wreckage, the fiery glow of my sword, My eyes scan the interior, desperate to find Amica amidst the destruction.
The scene is chaos–a gruesome display of my wrath and desperation. One man sits on the van floor, clutching his severed cock, tears streaming down his face. His eyes are wide with the horror of what he’s just endured. Another lies motionless nearby, his body grotesquely split in two, his head and torso cleanly severed, matching the van now torn apart around us.
And then, there she is.
Amica. My Luna.
What did they do to my Luna?
She’s lying on the cold, mangled metal floor of the van, her body weak, her face pale and stained with the remnants of tears. My heart drops at the sight of her passed–out form. She’s been through hell–I can feel it
A is standing beside America with his dismembered cock in hand, from the effect of the fury slice spots me. His face twists in terror as he weeps in pain and disbelief, he decides to jump from the moving van.
“Coward,” I mutter under my breath.
His escape attempt is short–lived. One of my men’s Hilux vehicles tramples him with brutal finality, and the others follow, crushing him under their tires like a fallen leaf.
Up ahead, more vehicles are fleeing the scene.
“Follow them!” 1 roar, “Don’t let them escape!”
I turn my attention back to the driver of this severed van, of which 1 and America is in. He’s trembling so violently that the steering wheel shakes with him. His eyes dart nervously, glancing at the gaping hole above him where I descended, and I know exactly what’s going through his cowardly mind–he’s going to jump.
But he won’t get the chance.
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This van won’t hold much longer, and I ha
intention of leng Amica stay in this wreck.
I cradle Amica in my arms, her tragile form limp against my chest. Her breathing is shallow, but it’s there—I glare at the driver, who’s still gripping the wheel with trembling hands.
“Stop the car safely, and you’ll leave here alive,” I command,
The fool shakes his head violently, “No, no, I don’t believe you, Alphat he stammers.
“I promise, I say, infusing a tone of sincerity into my lie. I have o intention of sparing him or anyone else who had a hand in this. They will all pay.
The driver hesitates, then finally musters the courage to bring the mangled van to a halt, crashing it softly against a tree. It’s a relief–I didn’t want Amica to suffer even the faintest scratch it had to abandon the van my way.
As the van settles, Leonard pulls up in his vehicle. He leaps out, rushing to me,
“I take her,” he says, offering to relieve me of Amica so I can finish the hunt.
I don’t want to let her go. Every protective instinct in me screarn to keep her close, I can’t let these people go. Reluctantly, I place her into Leonard’s care.
“Get her home safe,” I say,
Leonard nods, cradling her gently as he retreats to his car.
With Amica out of harm’s way, I turn my full attention to the dryer. I drag him out of the van by his collar.
“You were right not to trust me,” I growl,
Without hesitation, I smash his head against the side of the van, leaving him crumpled and lifeless.
The scent of the other rogues still lingers. I continue on my feet running as fast as my wolf allows…
My men are close, their vehicles roaring behind me as I push forward with the speed of light.
One of the rogue vans has already crashed on the road, but three more are still on the run.
1 focus on the van trailing behind the others, closing in swiftly. With a leap, I sink my claws into the metal, pulling myself onto the roof. I rip apart the roof above the driver’s seat, eager to see the face of the coward steering this wreck.
But what I see stops me cold, a momentary shock seizing me.
Collin
My uncle, Collin.
I clench my jaw, forcing the rage back into focus. “Stop the car, Collin! Your evil ends here Troar.
But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he slums the accelerator, the van joling forward in a desperate attempt to throw me off. With a snarl, I reach down, grabbing him by his collar, and yanking him out of the driver’s seat. Without hesitation, I leap from the speeding vehicle, taking Collin with me.
We crash onto the expressway, rolling violently across the hard phalt. The sharp gravel rips through my skin, but I don’t let go of Collin for even a second.
The van hurtles away, veering off and crashing into a barricade. Litter flies, but I don’t look back. My focus is on the man
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We finally roll to a stop, off the road, and onto a patch of gravel and dirt. My grip on Collin tightens as I pin him to the ground, my claws digging into his shoulders.
“You’ve gone too far this time!”
I growl.
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