Chapter 11
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For a fleeting moment, Georgia felt as if death had already claimed her. Then, a searing agony crashed over her body like a tidal wave.
Her eyes fluttered open after a brief lapse, and she found herself sprawled on the
cool grass. Though her wolf was gone, her lingering primal instincts had softened the fall’s impact, sparing her from worse injury.
She attempted to rise, but a sharp stab of pain radiated from her ankle, anchoring her to the earth. There was no time to assess the damage. The gammas were never far from Preston’s side, and they’d be hunting her down soon.
Instinctively, all she could do was flee.
After sprinting past two city blocks, she flagged down a taxi.
“I need to get to Austin,” she said, breathless,
“Money first,” the driver snapped, eyeing her skeptically. He refused to move without cash up front.
Georgia hesitated, taken aback. “Shouldn’t I pay you once we arrive?”
“How do I know you’ve got any?” His voice was sharp, edged with the frustration of a man freshly arguing with his wife. Seeing her pale, trembling form only soured his mood further.
“Give me the money or I’m not driving,” he barked.
Fear constricted Georgia’s chest. Preston’s men could be closing in any second. Desperation took hold as she grabbed the driver’s arm. “Please, just drive. I swear I’ll pay you.”
Unnoticed in her frantic escape, branches had torn into her leg, drawing blood that now smeared her hands. The driver recoiled at the sight of her crimson–stained palms.
“Get out of my car! And don’t touch anything with those bloody hands!” he spat, recoiling.
Then, flashing headlights illuminated the street to her left. Several black vehicles slid into view.
Squinting, Georgia caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the wheel–one of Preston’s loyal lieutenants.
Panic overtook her.
“Drive! Please, I’ll pay!” Her hands shook violently as she emptied her pockets, pressing every last bill into the driver’s palm. Take all this. Just go, Hurry!
She twisted her head in terror, glancing back over her shoulder.
“Is this not enough? Please! Drive! I’ll get you more money once we’re safe.”
Her voice broke, her face drained of color as if confronted by a specter.
The driver’s eyes flicked to the cash, then to her trembling form.
Before he could respond, a sharp knock came at the car window.
(Wolfless, Unbroken
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tall man standing outside. He lowered the window.
The driver looked up to see a ta
The stranger didn’t address the driver. Instead, his gaze locked on Georgia inside the vehicle. “Miss Cooper, please step out,” he said flatly.
Georgia’s face drained of all color. She hunched forward, hiding her face between her knees,
The man turned to the driver. “Open the door, please.”
His tone was polite yet rigid, the kind of politeness that brooked no argument.
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