Page 12 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

Thane's response is immediate.

THANE

Fuck. Is he okay?

IVY

I don't know. It's like he’s in some kind of dissociative state.

THANE

Be careful. Alphas aren’t safe when we go feral.

I look over at Wraith, slumped against the window with those blue eyes staring off at nothing, and almost laugh.

IVY

I'm fine. He won't hurt me. Besides, I'm pretty fucking feral myself.

THANE

Just... be safe. Text me when you're close.

I start driving—which isn't easy, considering Wraith apparently got the biggest SUV ever made, and my head barely reaches his fucking chest when we're standing—trying to remember the route back to the motel. My phone signal is spotty, to say the least, and the offline map I manage to get working isn't up-to-date.

We're almost back to the motel, things finally starting to look familiar again, just in time for dark clouds to start gathering ahead. I stop at an intersection on an empty stretch of road, checking both ways for traffic.

Wraith opens the door and gets out.

"Fuck!" I pull onto the side of the road, throw the SUV in park and kill the engine, and scramble out after him. He's walking toward the treeline like he's being pulled by an invisible string. "Wraith! Where are you going?"

I catch his arm just as he reaches the woods.

He stops but doesn't turn, just stands there staring into the shadows between the trees. A low growl rumbles from his chest, the growl of a wounded animal that doesn't want to be touched.

"Okay," I say softly, releasing his arm. "We're going into the woods. With a storm coming. That's fine. That's... totally normal and not terrifying at all."

He starts walking again, and I have no choice but to follow him.

My alpha is disappearing into the dark, and wherever he's going, I'm going too.

IVY

HI THANE so Wraith's walking into the woods.

I'm following him.

THANE

WHAT

Where are you??

IVY

I don't know.

Some intersection. There's trees.