What would happen then? After we ran.
“When we were done, we’d all come back to the house. There’d be no Omegas. There’d be no Alpha of all. We would just… be. All of us, together. The furniture would be pushed back, and there’d be blankets and pillows and everything would be soft. Everything would be warm. I’d get to be in the middle.”
Not-Kelly was quiet. Then, It sounds nice.
And then I said, “Do you think about it? What it would be like?”
What?
“If we weren’t us. If we weren’t… Bennetts.”
Who would we be?
“Unimportant.”
And since he wasn’t real, I expected him to agree with me. He was part of me, this figment. He was my creation, and he should have said yes, yes, I wish that all the time, I wish we weren’t anyone at all.
Instead he said, “Here. Here. Here.”
It was so real.
Like he was right there.
I jerked the steering wheel as I snapped my head over. For a moment I almost convinced myself he was sitting next to me. There was a flash of blond hair and blue eyes and white teeth behind a small smile, but then it was gone.
The truck began to bounce as it left the road, dust kicking up behind me.
I lifted my foot off the gas, forcing myself to stop from slamming on the brakes in case the truck fishtailed. The truck slowed as I pulled it back onto the road. I glanced in the rearview mirror. There was no one behind me. There was no one in front of me.
My hands were sweating as I brought the truck to a stop. I put it in Park before letting out the breath I’d been holding. “Fuck.”
There was a sign up ahead for a town called Creemore.
Creemore what? I didn’t know what state I was in.
That scared me more than I expected it to. I tried to remember the past few days, but they were shattered into bits and pieces.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know where to go.
I laid my forehead on the steering wheel, sucking in air.
“I’m tired,” I whispered.
Kelly didn’t reply.
Eventually I drove on.
THERE WERE NO WOLVES IN CREEMORE. It was small, more of a village than anything else.
It reminded me of Green Creek, with its one main road.
It wasn’t until I saw the license plates on the cars parked near the sidewalk that I realized I was in Canada. I couldn’t remember crossing the border.
I found an empty parking lot and pulled in, turned off the truck.
I sat back in the seat, leaning my head against the back window. “All right,” I said. “I’ll just….”