chapter 85(2)

Everly The men from the border patrol shift instantly, chasing after my car. I don't stop. Instead, I navigate around the suburb I haven't been through in years. I end up driving right past my old street, which is a cul-de-sac. “Shit!” I curse. Slamming my foot down on the brake, my truck comes to a screeching halt before I shove it in reverse, making the border patrols chasing me skid along the road and scatter out of my way as I speed backwards. Spinning the wheel, I floor it again. Howls ring out loudly, alerting pack members to the intruder. I laugh maniacally. I’m not an intruder but, by birthright, their true Alpha. Driving up the street, I begin to slow as déjà vu hits me. The street looks the same, the houses precisely the same. I pull into the driveway and hit the brakes just in time to avoid smashing into the ass end of my father's black Mustang parked in the driveway; my old beasty would have destroyed it. Not that I would have minded seeing my bull bar imprinted on its back