The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Shit. I Mean Shoot.

Garrett’s stride hitched for a fraction of a second. One stride. His right leg compensated for it, and his speed didn’t drop.

Agnes’s scream was involuntary. The sound of a woman watching the man she loved take an arrow at full sprint and keep running because the cargo on his back was more important than the metal in his leg.

Her scream carried across the forest and reached the pursuit team and reached the portal and reached every person within a quarter mile. Whoops.

"SHIT!" She looked down at Andrew. "I mean shoot."

Fifty yards. Twenty. The portal shimmered, widened, the mage on the other side pushing the aperture open to accommodate a wolf carrying two passengers at a speed that turned the portal entrance into a blur.

They hit the portal at full stride.

The world folded. Gold light, then Darkhowler’s forest, the familiar scent of northern pine and cold stone, the particular quality of air that belonged to home and safety and the specific territory where Garrett Darkhowler’s authority was absolute.

She had never been so happy to smell cold stone and northern pine in her life. She was going to write a love letter to Darkhowler’s air quality.

The portal snapped shut behind them.

Agnes hoped her father’s men were close enough to see the portal close in their faces and now they felt stupid.

Garrett’s shift broke.

The wolf dissolved. The man replaced it, his body hitting the ground in a roll that spilled Agnes sideways and sent Andrew tumbling across the frozen grass. Agnes was on her knees in an instant, scooping Andrew up with one arm, the boy clinging to her neck, then turning to Garrett, who was on his back, panting, an arrow protruding from the back of his right thigh with blood soaking through his trousers.

Agnes stared at the arrow. The arrow stared back. She was going to kill everyone involved in this evening, starting with her father and ending with whoever manufactured that arrowhead.

She got under his left shoulder. Pulled him up. His weight settled against her, heavy, unsteady, the weight of a man whose body was processing an arrow wound and a full-speed sprint and a portal transit simultaneously.

She was carrying half her mate on one side and a fifty-pound boy on the other and a baby nobody knew about in the middle. Her lower back had opinions. Agnes overruled all of them.

If someone had told her this morning that she would end the day load-bearing three separate humans through a forest, she would have demanded for better shoes.

Cross was there in a flash. The Beta appeared from the tree line where Garrett had stationed a defensive perimeter around the portal, twenty wolves in combat formation, ready to engage anything that followed through before it closed.

Agnes swallowed the lump in the back of her throat. These men had stood in formation in a freezing forest waiting for her. For her. Agnes Viremont, who had grown up in a compound where her father’s wolves wouldn’t have crossed the hall to check on her. Garrett Darkhowler had stationed twenty wolves around a portal exit because she was on the other side of it. She was not going to cry about that. No.

The damn thing in her stomach was making her more emotional than she needed to be.

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