Thrown to the Wolves (Black River Pack Book 3) Read Online Free

the years, I couldn’t accept that he would go to these lengths to get me out of his home.
    “Yes. Without even blinking an eye,” he confirmed. “Even if I had a choice, I would still make the same decision.”
    “A choice?”
    “Don’t know why, but that man has been plotting to take you as his mate from the moment he first saw you. Until a few weeks ago, I might have hesitated at forcing you,” he admitted gruffly. “Wyatt forced me into a corner. Lent me so much money that I have no hope of ever paying him back. Made me an offer too good to refuse: I bring you to him and he forgives my debt. All of it.”
    “You’re trading me for money?”
    He chuckled darkly. “Hell, if he’d waited a few more weeks, I would have handed you over for free. Turned out to be a fucking fantastic deal for me. I guess the joke’s on him.”
    His betrayal was hard enough for me to take without knowing how much joy my situation was bringing him. I knew there wasn’t anything I could say to change his mind.
    As we drove closer to Lyall territory, my only hope was to do something drastic. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I’d never been in a more dangerous situation in my life. My father was stronger than I was as man and faster than I was as wolf. He had years of experience fighting in wolf form, whereas I’d shifted only once. Once we reached our destination, I would have no hope of escape. If Wyatt got his hands on me, he’d never let me go, so it was either now or never.
    The tree-lined road seemed deserted. We hadn’t passed another car for at least fifteen minutes. When I glanced over at my father, I realized he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Many shifters didn’t bother with them because the odds of one of us dying in a car crash were slim. My father was especially arrogant, so he never used one. Since I had always been smaller than other children, my mom had worried about my health, so she’d always made me wear mine. It was a habit that might save my life now.
    Glimpsing at the dashboard, I checked to see how fast we were going. My father’s preference for speeding was another factor in my favor—we were going eighty miles per hour. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much for me to cause a crash. Breathing deeply, I gathered my strength and reached out for my bear. It was the first time I’d tried to link with the beast that lived inside me in years, but she responded swiftly by sending a rush of power into my veins. My nails lengthened into claws that pierced my jeans as I flexed my fingers against my legs. With the curve in the road coming up, I knew that the time to act was now.
    Moving swiftly, I dug my claws into his leg and shoved it down so his foot pressed onto the accelerator pedal. His roar of pain rang in my ears as his hand gripped my arm to tear me away. When I let him move me, I turned in my seat to grab the wheel with my other hand. Yanking hard, I sent the car hurtling into the trees and braced for the impact.
     
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    I wasn’t sure how long I’d been knocked out before the sound of footsteps woke me. My breathing was labored, and the pain in my chest meant I’d probably broken a few ribs. As I took stock of the rest of my body, I realized the impact had done more damage than I had expected. If I hadn’t been so weak from my father’s imprisonment over the last few weeks, it might not have been that bad, but having gone so long with barely any food or water had worn me down. Nevertheless, I’d done what I’d had to do to get away from him.
    A quick glance around the car told me that my father had fared worse than I had in the crash since his body was sprawled across the hood of the car. Blood dripped from the broken glass of the windshield. With as bad as his condition was, I figured I might have an hour or two head start.
    “Hey. You okay?” the stranger whose footsteps had woken me asked from outside the passenger’s door.
    He had the look of a wolf—dark hair and