Wanted By The Soldier Bear (Heroes of Shifter Creek 1) by Clara Moore Page A

with Doran for an intense second.
    “One… two… GO!”
    She sprang up and ran toward the alley.
    BANG! BANG!
    Doran rounded the corner, grabbing her hand and practically pulling her through the alley. They hid in an alcove, panting, trying to catch their breath.
    “Were those gunshots?” she whispered, staring up at him..
    “Yes. Don’t talk,” he said before kissing her.
    ”Doran,” She said pulling out of his grasp. “What the hell is going on?”
    Pulling a gun from his waistband, he turned around to check the alley.Footsteps and more gunshots rang out. She could hear sirens in the distance getting closer. She closed her eyes and wished to be anywhere but there.
    “Are you okay?” he asked very softly. “You’re shaking.”
    “Not exactly,” she whispered back.
    “It’s okay. I’m here with you,” he whispered tenderly. “Nothing will happen to you.”
    Her limbs trembled as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
    “Izzy, look at me.” She opened her eyes to look into his. “You can do this. You’re one of the strongest people I know. We have to get home, all right? Can you do that?”
    She nodded. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
    “I guess you should’ve kept the trash can around.”
    Turning to the side, she could feel the bile rising up in her throat. Doran stood in front of her, shielding her with his body. Slowly they made their way back to his car, which was parked down the block from Izzy’s office. Doran opened the back door and gestured for Izzy to get in, all the while looking around him.
    Sliding into the front seat he told her, “Get down and stay down. There’s a blanket back there that you might want to use to hide under.”
    Great she thought. Just one more thing to hide.
    “This is a mess,” she said to herself softly as she wiped her eyes when the car came to a stop a few minutes later. “What did I get myself into?”
    Suddenly, the car door opened and the blanket was ripped from her face. Isadora screamed as her life flashed before her eyes.
     

VI.
    “Don’t scream,” Doran hissed, standing above her with the serious look from his yearbook picture. “Let’s get inside. It’s safer there.”
                  “You scared the shit out of me Doran!” she yelled unfolding herself from the car.”I thought you were a killer.”
                  “You’re not wrong,” he smiled. “They say I’m a killer in the sack.”
                  “I don’t know who says that.”
                  “Come on, we need to get inside.”
                  She took the blanket with her as if she could hide behind it. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. They turned a corner, the house a bit up the block.
                  “Why’d you park so far away?” she asked.
                  “So they didn’t know we’re there. If the car’s parked out front, they’ll know.”
                  “Don’t you think they’ll see us walking up?”
                  “Well, you are being very inconspicuous with that blanket wrapped around you.”
                  “I’m asking a legitimate question, jerk.”
                  “We’ll go through the back. I don’t think they’re after us anyway.”
                  “Who were they shooting at then?”
                  “Let’s get inside first. Follow me.”
                 
                  “Where’s my dad?” Isadora asked, once they were inside the house. .
                  “Mom and Mario left town until all of this blows over.”
                  “They just left town?! Why didn’t they take me?”
                  “Your dad thinks you’ll be okay, I guess.”
                  She stared at him. “YOu have got to be kidding me! What the hell is going on?”