I sneaked my way into my parents' garage. I had the backpack my father had put together for me hanging between my shoulder blades and the car keys he had thrown at me in my hand.
I pressed the automatic unlocking button on the keys and heard a car beep as the lights lite up. It was my mother's car. Why would my father give me the keys to one of my mother's cars? Especially her favourite one?
Racing to the car, I gripped the door handle and yanked to door open to allow myself room to get in it. I settled into the seat and felt the pedals for a second, adjusting the seat accordingly. How would mother take the fact that I had stolen her car? I asked myself as I put the keys in the ignition and started it up.
The excitement of running away (and stealing the best car in the collection) was sending an added thrill through me and forcing me to work faster than I already was.
I pulled out of the garage in record time, doing a one-eighty spin and speeding down the driveway. I was leaving home, the thought suddenly occurred to me. Hopefully by the time anyone other than my father realized I was gone, I would be far away from here.
Giddiness soar through my body. I turned off the driveway and into the street my house was adjacent to. I turned numerous corners and drove down countless streets before I made it to the edge of town. I did not want to stay there in case they found me easily.
Part way through town, I had put the radio on. An upbeat song hit my ear and I relaxed into my seat tapping out the beat on the steering wheel and nodding my head simultaneously. I had no clue what the song was and I couldn't say that I was listening to the words to it as I was too busy driving to concentrate on them.
Getting out of the town was easy, all I had to do was go around a round-a-bout and pull off in the opposite direction in which I had joined it.
I ended up on a motorway. I don't know where I was headed, only that I was trying to put as much distance between the town and me. It probably would have been quicker if I had been running in my wolf form but I knew that my scent would have been even stronger had I followed that plan. In human form, at least they were less likely to pick up my scent and track it.
I drove for hours, only pulling off into a lay-by station once to fill the car with more fuel and to get something to eat and drink before moving off again. I must have spent an hour there, max.
My energy slowly drained out of my body and I felt dead by about seven in the morning. I could hardly concentrate on the road, but I knew I needed to keep moving. What if they were already on my trail? What if they find me while I'm asleep?
I couldn't let that happen. No matter what, I could not fall asleep and allow them to catch up with me.
My tired eyes drooped down in a moment of weakness and I let them. I jerked awake when I heard a very load car horn blaring at me. I swerved just in time to miss the car that was barreling down on mine.
My breathing was coming in fast pants and I was able to stay awake long enough to get to the next lay-by station. I booked into a hotel room and stayed there until I woke up.
The next few days passed by roughly the same; As soon as I woke up, I would leave the hotel and drive as far as I could before falling back to sleep at another hotel, further way from the town. I refueled when I needed to and ate when I needed to refuel. That was my routine.
The further that I got, the more paranoid I became that I was being followed. After the fifth day of the same routine, my paranoia got the better of me. I kept glancing to the rear-view mirror and the wing mirrors and in them I saw the same red car, same registration plate, etc. each time I looked through, no matter how long I had been driving for.
I stared at the car for a good five minutes, somehow turning all of the corners instinctively and without crashing, before I began to have a panic attack and lost control of the car. I swerved, trying to avoid hitting the car in front of me. I swerved into the opposite lane.
The oncoming car held no chance of swerving himself and slammed straight into the front of my mother's beautiful car.
The bonnet crumpled on impact, the dashboard collapsed and appeared to sag slightly, the foot well crushed my leg as it collapsed under the pressure of the other car and my car released the air bag straight into my face without warning.
I ached. My body burned as the adrenaline wore off. I could hear talking but the words washed right over my head, my ears not taking in anything but ringing. A scent hit my nose. My wolf recognized it and yelled out in my head.
Mate! He can help us!
But I couldn't move to look at him. I could not move my hands from where they were splayed out on my lap and on the remains of the dashboard. My legs were crushed and I could hardly feel them. I would be scarred, I realized. If I live that is.
"Mate? Where are you hurt?" The words broke through the ringing and I could just about look up. But I couldn't see him.
"Everywhere," I whispered to no one.
"It's okay, mate, we're gonna get you out of here." I gave a weak smile.
"Too late, I'm going." I struggled to whisper.
"No! You are staying here with me, on this horrendous planet because I can't live without you and the pack can't live without me!"
"Al...pha?" I questioned. My breathing was coming in very shallow pants, making it harder to speak.
"Yes," was his harsh reply. "Now shut up and save your breathe so I can prove to you that you won't die."
I felt the man pull away from me and heard him shout, "Get this piece of crap into pieces so we can get her out of it!"
I then heard metal screeching and groaning, I felt the car shift as though a weight had been taken off of its shoulders.
Energy came to me as my legs were suddenly freed and feeling rushed back into them. I could only use the energy to scream as pain was all I felt throughout my body.
A face appeared in front of my eyes and my body was moved from the wreckage of the car to a soft type of ground. The face was beautiful but although I could make out that one fact, I couldn't make out any specific details.
"I can heal you," my mate said. "But I need your consent."
"What do you-" I started to cry out.
"We need to mate, but I cannot push that onto you, I need your consent." His voice seemed desperate. "Please, I cannot lose you. Not when I've just found you."
"I trust you," I gasped, even though I had just met him. He was my mate, I had always hoped he would never hurt me and at this moment in time, it was clear to me despite the pain, that he wanted to protect me from any and all harm. "You have it, just make the pain go away." Tears dribbled down the side of my eyes and into my hairline.
"I will, I promise." He kissed my lips in an attempt to apologize before he did anything, I knew that as he pulled away.
Something appeared above him and it seemed like the whole area cleared.
Once he was sure we were alone, we mated and marked each other.
