Chapter 29
Cat
I peeled out of my apartment complex with my eyes glued to the front entrance When Ringo didn’t come blasting out, I relaxed a tiny bit but not nearly enough for my liking.
In my head, I’d gone over a hundred different plans on how to deal with Kane’s abduction of Anna.
First, I’d considered going to the cops.
Then I’d quickly dismissed that option altogether.
I was a ware now. Even though I’d only been one for a few hours, it was clear it put us in an entirely different category than that of non-shifters.
I could understand how dangerous it would be to involve outsiders in our troubles.
The last thing we wanted was for humans to further complicate matters by discovering who and what we were.
Bringing the cops into Anna’s abduction could actually do that, and by extension, make my best friend’s situation even worse.
Shit! I’d just referred to myself as though I wasn’t even human anymore, like I was some kind of monster no longer able to associate with real people. But, like it or not, I couldn’t overlook how high the stakes were in this situation, nor how protective I felt for my new pack.
After I’d vetoed the police idea, I’d considered buying a gun and taking Anna back by force. Ok, so it wasn’t my finest, most dignified plan, but Kane started this, and I was willing to finish it with firepower if necessary.
However, I’d soon come back to reality when I realized purchasing a firearm could take far too long to accomplish, and that I didn’t even know how to load one, let alone how to properly use it.
This option was nothing more than a silly revenge fantasy, and one I’d never actually be able to pull off.
After trying to ping Anna’s phone for her location, and failing, I considered calling Kane’s bluff, and then ten other silly ideas that I’d shot down just as quickly as I’d conjured them.
My best friend’s time was running out and I simply had to act.
Because I couldn’t think of anything other than the obvious, I decided I was going to have to surrender myself to the leader of Los Lobos.
If it was her or me, then it should be my life laid forfeit, not Anna’s.
Just in case Kane was more skilled in technology than I was, I left my phone in my bedroom.
I didn’t need the ware tracking my movements via my device through Anna’s phone.
Cranking the living room TV on full blast, I dipped into the bathroom.
Once inside, I jammed a bunch of toilet paper soaked in hand soap down the sink’s drain and intentionally flooded the bathroom.
Playing the helpless female card, I’d begged Ringo to help me fix it. Once he was busy doing that, I quietly snuck out the front door, the TV drowning out my swift exit.
Halfway to the location Kane had sent me, a pain so fierce and sharp, caused me to nearly double over against my steering wheel.
Pulling over on the side of the road, I tried to catch my breath and figure out what the heck was wrong with me.
That’s when I realized it. My instincts were telling me I was a fucking idiot!
Kane couldn’t be trusted, but my intuition could.
I was being impetuous out of fear. I was acting like every woman in some bad horror movie I’d seen over the years. I could just imagine the audience shouting at the top of their lungs, “DON’T DO IT, you absolute fool!” as I climbed into my car to act as a willing lamb to slaughter.
Making the wrong choice, for the right reason, was still the wrong choice. I had to trust my mate. I couldn’t go this road alone like I’d always done in the past. If I let Ace in on what was happening, I’d be far better equipped to handle Kane than I ever would be on my own.
Reversing my vehicle now, I sped in the opposite direction, hoping beyond hope there was still enough time to drive over to the Night Stalkers’ clubhouse and stop Kane from seriously hurting my best friend.