I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 67

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

**Chapter 67**

“Now, we wait,” Kevin declared, his voice steady despite the chill that permeated the night air. Sophie felt the cold seep into her bones, a shiver racing down her spine as she took in her surroundings, her heart pounding in her chest.

Desperation clawed at her thoughts. She scanned the area, searching for any possible escape route. Waiting around to discover who might be coming for her was not an option. A haunting howl echoed in the distance, sending a tremor of fear through her. No, she thought fiercely, she would bide her time and seize the right moment to flee. If they caught her, if they ended her life, it would be a fate better than whatever dark intentions awaited her here.

With steely determination, she forced herself to remain still, her mind racing as she calculated her next move. The moment arrived when Levi ducked into the car, distracted. In a flash, she turned and drove her knee hard into Kevin’s gut, sending him stumbling back. She followed through with a fierce kick that sent Levi reeling into the vehicle. But her hands were still bound, rendering her momentary victory bittersweet.

Without a second thought, she bolted toward the woods, her heart hammering in her chest. The sound of shouts erupted behind her, a stark reminder that she needed to act fast or risk being captured. There was no chance she could outrun them or find a place to hide; they were far too close on her heels. Pushing herself to run faster, she could feel their presence gaining on her, the adrenaline fueling her flight.

In her haste, she stumbled over an unseen root and fell hard to the ground, the impact jarring her. Panic surged as she heard an angry growl nearby. Rolling onto her back, she screamed as a wolf lunged toward her. But before it could reach her, a massive black wolf collided with it mid-air, the two beasts grappling in a whirlwind of fur and teeth. Sophie turned her head, her breath hitching at the sight of the fierce battle, but it ended almost as quickly as it began.

The black wolf turned its gaze toward her, and a whisper escaped her lips, “Torin?”

The wolf approached her cautiously, its intense stare piercing through the darkness. Sophie awkwardly sat up, feeling a strange sense of comfort as the wolf settled beside her. “Th-thank you,” she stammered, her body still trembling from the cold and fear. The wolf inched closer, and she found herself leaning against its warm, solid form. It remained still, yet she could sense its alertness—ears perked, muscles tense.

Moments later, a howl pierced the night air, and Sophie shivered in response, her heart racing anew. Then, she heard the cacophony of footsteps approaching. A quick glance at the wolf revealed that it was focused on the noise, yet it didn’t seem alarmed.

Suddenly, Liam emerged from the shadows, barefoot and bare-chested, clad only in black sweatpants. He tossed a pair of pants toward the wolf, which caught them deftly in its jaws before darting away. Sophie felt an immediate pang of loss as the warmth of the wolf left her side. Liam knelt before her, concern etched across his features. “You okay, Sophie?” he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“We need keys for the handcuffs,” Torin interjected as he strode toward them, now dressed similarly to Liam, in black sweatpants that clung to his athletic frame.

“You don’t want to just break them?” Liam suggested, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Torin shook his head firmly. “I don’t want to risk hurting her wrists.”

Liam nodded in understanding. “I’ll find them. Max is handling the, uh…” He glanced at Sophie, his words trailing off. Torin merely nodded, and Liam took off into the night.

Torin knelt in front of her, his eyes narrowing as they fell on the cut marring her forehead. “What other injuries do you have?” he asked, his voice gruff but filled with concern.

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