Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

gaze flew to the front windshield. Jacque was perched in front of her like some giant hood ornament. He was crouched low with one hand resting on the hood. “Unlock the door, Gwen.”
    Like that was going to happen. She turned the key and the engine sprang to life. Louis stood beside the car, shaking his head at her. She prayed they didn’t have any guns, although they could easily use her shotgun against her.
    Gwen slammed the vehicle into reverse and hit the gas. Louis managed to jump out of the way before she ran him over. She flew backward down the narrow driveway with Jacque riding on the hood. She turned the wheel hard to the left and he flew off, landing with a heavy thud on the ground.
    She almost stopped to see if he was hurt then reminded herself that he and his brother were going to kill her. What did it matter if he was hurt? Still, she was glad when she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him climb to his feet.
    “Stop being stupid.” She pressed down on the gas and headed toward town. If she could get to the sheriff’s office she’d be okay. Those guys had guns—lots of them—and they knew how to use them.
    She’d only gone a few yards when something heavy hit the roof of the car with a thump. The metal buckled slightly and Gwen yelped, ducking low in her seat. She jerked the steering wheel and the car skidded to one side and then the other. She prayed she didn’t have a wreck. She wasn’t wearing her seatbelt.
    “Gwen, stop the car.”
    Oh God, Jacque was on the roof. Not that she’d really had any doubt who it was. How the hell had he gotten there?
    “He’s a werewolf, stupid. He probably has all kinds of tricks,” she muttered.
    “More than you know,” came the wry male reply. He wasn’t exactly yelling, but it was close.
    Shit, he could hear her. Perspiration trickled down her temple and into the corner of her eye. She blinked to clear her vision. Town was about twelve minutes away. She could make it. There was no one else on the road tonight. Damn her luck.
    “Gwen, pull over.”
    Yeah, like she’d listen to him. She jammed the gas pedal down harder. The car bucked and rattled but sped up a bit more. She prayed it didn’t sputter and die before she reached her destination. If she lived through this she was buying a new vehicle. Possibly even a truck, one with a big engine and plenty of power. She should be able to get a used one for a decent price.
    God, she was really losing it. The ribbon of asphalt snaked before her, a dark, lonely place without a glimmer of light other than her headlights. She tried to concentrate on her driving, but it wasn’t easy knowing a werewolf was perched on her roof.
    She thought she heard him laugh. But that was impossible. Only a crazy man would laugh when he was clinging to the top of a speeding vehicle.
    “Turn your head to the left.” She was determined to ignore the muffled command but found her head swiveling a bit before she could stop herself. She caught a glimpse of a dark human-like shape racing in the woods on the far side of the road. Her mind said it had to be an animal of some kind, but she suspected it might be Louis.
    A huge crash was followed by shattered shards of glass spilling into the car as the passenger side window was broken. Her foot automatically came off the gas and she threw up her arms to protect herself.
    The car began to veer off the road and Gwen grabbed for the steering wheel, cursing herself for releasing it. The tires hit loose gravel and the car was pulled to the right, before she could stop it. The vehicle took a nosedive into the ditch and she was flung forward, her face striking the edge of the steering wheel hard as she struggled to control the crash. The car tilted to one side and Gwen went with it, her body slamming against the passenger door. The impact of the car against the bottom of the ditch made the air bags deploy, but they were too late to save her.
    She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but the