Lawrence’s POV

My hands held the steering wheel, knuckles white, while I kept my eyes fixated on the rearview mirror. The dark automobile behind us never let up, always on our tail, its headlights piercing through the night like a creature chasing its prey.

“We’re being followed,” I whispered under my breath, my voice barely above a growl.

The Beta cursed, his voice low but urgent. “Damn it. Hold on.”

Without further word, he wrenched the wheel, the tires squealing as we turned ...