10. Angelina

Chapter 10

Angelina

I have only been on college grounds for two days, but I had spent most of them staying out of sight so Williem or anyone he has looking for me. They will not get a glimpse of me.

Getting sunglasses and a hat was the final step in my plan to evade Williem because it would mean I didn't have to hide from the cameras and Eric.

I knew they would be looking for me, probably to make sure everyone around me is safe but they don't need to bother. I have a plan.

I have the location of an abandoned basement cellar with reinforced iron bars. If all else failed, I would lock myself in it in 4 days, and if I become a rogue I wouldn't be able to get out, and the timed email would be sent to Eric so Williem could finish me off.

See! It is a perfect plan, if there was such a thing.

I am wandering through the streets and I have just put on a hat I found really pretty when I hear a slight growl reminiscent of a dog. But I know it isn't. I know this particular sound very well.

Walking a couple more blocks, I notice it keeps to the dark alleys and thick shadows, but it is following me for sure. Good. If it is looking for me in particular, then it would follow me out of here.

I have no idea how or why it could remain unnoticed in the middle of town or how it could know where I was, but seeing it on my return from a cafe and chatting session with Emily late in the evening was bad news. Very bad news.

"Go on without me. Please. I have to get some batteries"

"For what? Your battery operated boyfriend?" She laughs, I have no will to laugh but I force out one so she doesn't notice anything off.

"Sure. It isn't easy being without a real man. Unlike someone I know." I tease her, keeping my attention on the shadowy alley where it lurks until she finally leaves.

The rogue stares at me, and with my heightened eyesight, I can see it as clearly as it can see me. Those eyes possess cunning intelligence, and I immediately decide on the smartest thing to do.

I make a plan on how I can get to the boundaries of the wolf territory. If it follows me there, the rangers and sentinels can eliminate the threat.

First I have to get a vehicle. I know I can't run all the way there despite the strength of my will.

This isn't the safest thing for me to do. I know that, but I have a responsibility to the people of this town.

If this rogue is following me, then it is not killing or infecting anybody else, I reason.

This is the stupid heroic shit that gets people killed in the movies. I remind myself as I search for a vehicle I can temporarily commandeer; Lake's fancy word for stealing.

All I can get my hands on easily is a sedan I swipe from the lot of a diner, I hot-wire it the way Lake showed me, and it sputters to life.

"Yes! Finally, something goes according to plan" I exclaim, ecstatic at my first successful descent into the world of grand theft auto.

I start my journey.

Immediately after leaving town I notice that I am not being chased by just one rogue. There are at least five of them on my tail, and although I am not equipped to kill them I will try to run them over.

One darts in front of me, and I floor the pedal, catching it right in the face, running it off the side of the road. Looking at the rearview mirror I see it tumble and lay still.

I grin in victory, right up till I notice that it had punctured a tire with its claws, and I now have a flat.

These rogues are nothing like the ones I had faced before. Although the rest lagged off, two of them kept pace with the car effortlessly.

Something rams into the side of the car, driving me off the road. My flat tire is unable to find purchase and before I know it, my car is tumbling off the road and landing on its side. Oh shit!

I get out of the car, yanking on the seatbelt to free myself as quickly as I can so I can run for help.

I run and keep on running until I am on the freeway and almost out of breath. Following a vague sense of direction, I make my way towards where the tiny compass in my head tells me Williem is.

One of them catches up to me, sinking its inches long claws into my midriff.

It hurts worse than anything I have ever experienced, but I keep calm. Turning in a half circle so the claws slide out of me, I grip its claws and pull so I come close enough that I can smell its awful breath.

I duck under its elbow, and push myself onto its back. In one quick move that only works because of how little I am in comparison, I wrap my arm around its neck and turn its head all the way around, breaking the neck easily.

I don't waste any time to confirm if it is dead, I just continue my run into the perimeter I can now recognize from my few days as a ranger, pressing my hand against my wound until I finally black out.

WILLIEM

Angelina is in danger. Similar to the bond I share with my lieutenants, the mating bond is supposed to help Lycans stay in contact with their mates, regardless of distance.

My bond was only half completed, Angelina was a half Lycan and I have no definite knowledge on what it would mean for our mating bond.

Regardless of that, my bond was telling me she was in danger, and despite how much I had tried in the past couple of days, it was only now I could get a vague idea as to where she was.

Following my bond, I move in that direction.

I had spent these days following her disappearance looking for clues as to where she had gone while still performing all my duties as alpha. It was exhausting.

Eric had helped me keep an eye on the cameras at her college to spot her in the event of her return, but it was a fruitless endeavor as well.

Where are you baby? I have a question in my mind.

As I approach the perimeter of our territory bordering on the freeway, I see my mate, on the edge of the forest, bleeding and unconscious.

The wolf scrambles to the forefront of my mind, fighting me for control. He wants to hold and save his mate, and it is all I can do to keep control.

I send a distress call to the medics, I keep pressure on her wound, cradling Angelina in my arms. I check on her to confirm her vitals and the fact that she is still breathing easily is the only thing that helps me retain my sanity.