The engine rumbled like a growl from the underworld as the car cut through the mist-draped road.
Roads and trees blurred past like silent sentinels, their branches clawing at the moonlit sky.
Gaia leaned back in the seat, arms folded tightly over her chest, trying to ignore the way her wolf paced restlessly inside her.
“Aren’t we there yet?” her wolf snapped, her tone irritated and sharp. “Before Alpha Rio realizes your crazy ass actually left instead of running after him.”
Gaia smirked bitterly, her eyes never leaving the window. “Let him figure it out,” she muttered under her breath. “Let the bastard stew in his own paranoia.”
She didn’t regret leaving. Not when he’d humiliated her, dismissed her like a rogue on heat, and then mindlinked his damn spies to trail her like some runa
