Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

progress?” Margaret asked. “Olive told me that Kevin and my father have been saying lots of lies about me. I never stole anything from anyone. You believe me, don’t you?”
    “Of course I believe you,” Heather reassured her. “I met your father. He came to the hospital with your picture, looking for you. He was every bit as horrible as you said.”
    “Did he hurt you?” Margaret’s eyes widened with alarm.
    “No, Knox chased him off. He’s like all bullies; total coward when he comes up against somebody he can’t push around.”
    “And they really said I got hurt because I was drunk and started a fight? I don’t drink alcohol; I’m only fourteen.”
    “Fourteen!” Heather was scandalized. “Seriously, that is just sick that they’re trying to marry you off like that. How old is Kevin?”
    “Really old. Thirty.” Margaret made a face. “Gross, right?”
    “For a fourteen-year-old, hell yes. I mean, heck yes?”
    At that, Margaret laughed. “I’m fourteen, not four,” she said.
    Then she stiffened. “I hear something,” she said. “Another car. It’s about a quarter mile away. Coming fast.”
    Heather felt a stab of alarm. This area was pretty remote. The odds of somebody else just casually driving by in the middle of the day were slim.
    “Let’s get in my car and get out of here, then, just in case,” Heather said.
    They ran and jumped into Janet’s car, and drove off as quickly as possible. They reached a red light, made a quick right, and dodged through several streets before they ended up on a main road.
    “That should do it,” Heather said. “Just watch behind us.”
    A few minutes later, Margaret glanced in the rearview mirror and said, “There’s a car following us.”
    Heather drove as fast as she could, blasting through red lights when there was no other traffic, quickly dodging down side roads. Every time she thought she’d lost them, they were right on her tail again.
    “How are they doing that?” Heather groaned. “I’ve lost them like ten times now, and then they find me again. Could they be tracking me somehow? They can’t be tracking the car – it isn’t even my car.”
    “What about your purse?” Margaret asked. She began scrabbling through Heather’s purse. She came up with a small black square that was blinking red.
    “GPS tracking device! Throw it out the window!” Heather said.
    Margaret hurled it out the window into the woods, and then Heather sped up again, driving at a breakneck pace and running stop signs until they finally lost them.
    Twenty minutes later, she drove onto Knox’s property.
    Margaret stiffened up as they drove down the long dirt driveway.
    “This is pack property. I smell wolf. Why are we here?” she demanded.
    “Margaret, Knox is a very decent man, and also, he has claimed me. I will not let anything happen to you, and he will not let anything happen to me. I don’t know where else to hide you. This is the safest place for you right now.”
    Margaret’s fearful expression said that she was far from convinced, but she reluctantly followed Heather up to the main house, clinging to her arm.
    Knox was on the front porch, waiting. “Why did you leave without telling me?”
    “I’m sorry, Knox, but I did what I had to do,” Heather said. “I cannot let those people have her. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to have to choose whether or not to tell the Southeast Alpha.”
    She and Margaret followed him inside the house, where most of the pack had gathered.
    “And by the way, somebody put a tracking device in my purse,” Heather informed him. “And there were people using it to follow me.”
    “Probably Sasha or someone in her family,” Clarence said. “I thought I picked up a fresh scent from Peter in the house this morning, and we’ve heard that the family has joined Eugene’s pack.”
    Knox’s lip curled in disgust. “Either way, this ends today,” he said. “Both the Southeast and Northeast Alpha