Aurélie POV
“Fabrice… Fabrice, get to the medical centre now,” I order through the mind-link the instant I feel close enough to reach him.
The journey is torture. Every few seconds, I twist around in my seat, searching the road behind us, half-expecting to see Damien following in Maurice’s car. My wolf hates leaving him behind it claws at me with unease but I had no choice. Dominique had to get out of there.
Even with Théo driving as fast as he dared, time stretches cruelly thin. I can’t hold my aura together; it churns violently inside the car, rolling and snapping like a storm I can’t rein in.
Why aren’t they behind us? Damien said he’d be right there. My thoughts spiral what already happened, what could be happening now.
I should have stayed.
The image won’t leave me. Poison creep
