Untamed: an Alpha's Love (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Evelyn Glass Page B

the terrain on the home stretch to push the car to its limits.
     
    Finally she was in the driveway. She rounded the first bend and her heart stopped. She shifted into park and stepped out of the car, her legs shaking so violently she feared she'd collapse. "Parker?" she called, but the only response was silence. "Parker!" she shrieked, louder this time, but her voice was swallowed by the darkness. She walked toward the abandoned Audi, its lights on and door chime still dinging plaintively. No Parker. Ahead the house loomed silently. He wasn't in the house; the motion lights hadn't been triggered.
     
    She crashed into the bushes, calling his name. Her wild instincts took over as she circled the perimeter of their property in search of her Mate. He was nowhere. Not his scent, not a trace of him. He was gone. She cried his name until her voice was hoarse and then made her way back to the car, scratched from the brush and no closer to finding her husband.
     
    Charmaine was relieved to see Parker's cell phone nestled in the console of his car, plugged in and charging. She gripped the phone with both trembling hands and prayed that 8% would be enough battery power as she fumbled through Parker's contacts until she found the one person who could help her. Right about now he was the only choice left. She pressed "call" and held her breath.
     
    "Hey Boss," rumbled the deep voice on the other end.

 
    CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
     
    "It's Charmaine," she sobbed into the phone when Jamison answered. Gasping for air and trying to force all the words out at once, she babbled nonsensically that Parker was in trouble until he cut in.
     
    "Slow down," he urged her in a firm, steady voice. "Take a breath. Where are you?"
     
    She sucked in some cool air and exhaled slowly. "I'm at home, and something's happened to Parker. I don't know who or why, but someone has him!"
     
    "Whoa, whoa. Tell me, very slowly, what happened."
     
    "He left about three hours ago to pick something up from home. I couldn't get him on the phone, so I borrowed Lena's car and came home. I just got here and his car is halfway up the driveway, still running, lights on, door open. I thought maybe he ran over an animal... I ran into the bushes and called and called... and then I went looking for him. He's not anywhere... his phone was still in the console..." She was rambling again, but Jamison seemed to be getting the picture.
     
    "That's not like him at all, you're right," he agreed grimly. "Are you in the house?"
     
    "No..." She cast a frantic look around the driveway, as if Parker might materialize out of nowhere. "I'm in the driveway..."
     
    "Charmaine, I need you to get out of there right now. I'm sending someone out there to check on things. Can you drive?"
     
    "I think so." Her heart was pounding out of her chest but she forced herself to take a few more steadying breaths.
     
    "Good. Go to Lena's. Keep Parker's phone with you, but don't answer it. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. Christine's missing, too, and I've got to pull some men back." There was a sharp click and Jamison was gone.
     
    She approached the house, tapping on the phone to check her app again. Still no sign of entry. If the house hadn't been breached, it wasn't a robbery. Someone had obviously just grabbed Parker. And they could come back...
     
    Get it together , she commanded herself. You won't help anyone standing on the walkway like a useless idiot. Go back to Lena's.
     
    Getting back to her car was terrifying. At the bottom of the walkway she paused and considered the distance to her car door. About sixty seconds to turn and run back the way she came. Or she could get to her front door in about thirty seconds. She clenched her keys in her fist and raced to Lena's car. Inside she locked the doors as the engine growled to life. Without hesitation she spun in the gravel and tore back down the lane. Parker's car still sat blinking forlornly on the right side of the driveway. She kept