I feel tingles all over me. I am still surrounded by darkness, but I feel oddly comfortable. Kasey gives out soft purrs in my head.

So beautiful.

Those words echo and evade my thoughts until they were the only thing on my mind. The voice that says these words is deep and rich, alluring even.

I gasp for air as I bolt upwards.

"What happened? Who are you?"

I realize that I am in a car that is driven by Storm. Lorenzo sits next to me in the back seat.

"Sorry princess. Turns out we were in a trap. More rogues showed up and I wasn't sure of your acting skills. They believe that you're dead."

"Oh." Is all I said.

I know I should be thanking her, but I'm too distracted by Lorenzo's presence. He shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous.

"Why's Lorenzo here?" I ask.

"He's my trainee. And pretty tough."

"Is this your car?" I notice that we are in a pretty neat McLaren.

"Nah. Found it." Judging by her smirk, she probably stole it.

"Why? We could've gone in wolf form."

"We're in a human town."

I nod in agreement. Three wolves running in a suburb isn't exactly normal in a human town.

I glance at Lorenzo and his stoic expression turns soft when he meets my gaze.

I offer a small smile that he returns.

A comfortable silence embraces us. I switch on the radio and find Nevada by Vicetone playing in one station.

Storm grimaces as I turn up the volume.

"...cause before you go and walk away. Yeah, you better know where you're going." I sing along.

Storm starts picking up speed and I jerk backwards.

What in the name of-

I look behind us and see a Cayenne following us.

"Buckle up lovebirds. This is gonna be a bumpy ride."

We fasten our seatbelts and Lorenzo squeezes my hand in his. "We'll be fine." I reassure him.

Storm revs the engine and expertly makes a sharp swerve. My heart jumps in excitement.

More gunshots follow. Luckily, the windows are bulletproof but that definitely doesn't mean we should sigh in relief.

Storm pulls out a gun of her own and keeps her left hand on the wheel while she pokes her right hand out the window and starts firing continuously.

"It feels like I'm in a movie!" I scream with ironic enthusiasm.

Storm stops firing and opens up the glove compartment. Guns and loaded magazines were stashed there.

"There's a rifle in the bag by your feet."

Lorenzo picks up the bag and surprises me by loading it like am experienced human war soldier.

I take one of the guns and a magazine in the glove compartment.

I stare at the firearm in my hand, not knowing what to do.

Lorenzo sees my confusion and loads it for me and demonstrates how to use it by poking out and firing at the car behind us.

When I load one for myself, I stick a hand out and fire. The sound is so loud and sudden, I drop the gun on the road.

"Give her a bulletproof vest! There are poisoned arrows in that bag, don't touch the tips."

Finally something I can use. I waste no time and pull out the bow and arrows. Lorenzo hands me the bulletproof vest and I now notice that I am in black denim shorts and a thin black tank top.

At least the vest serves as coverage and protection. I poke my torso out the window and start firing arrows at the Cayenne and Veyron now hot on our tail.

All my arrows miss the windshields I aim at. Damn cars! Stop swerving left and right!

A bullet grazes my shoulder.

We need to work together!

I agree with Kasey and I bring her out so we're both in control.

My reflexes are now much quicker and I literally dodge the bullets I see coming from the guns. I lock eyes with the Cayenne driver who gives me a wink before smirking.

Blech. Ew.

I fire arrows in the direction the Cayenne swerves in and soon, it's windshield fills with the poisoned arrows lodged in. A smirk of satisfaction surfaces on my face. I look to my right and see Lorenzo still expertly firing at the Veyron with the rifle. His dark hair laps around his face and his chiseled jaw is clenched in the sexiest way ever.

Now that is hot.

A bullet barely misses my ear. An adrenaline rush makes it's way through my system and my arms move faster than photons as I fire more arrows at the two vehicles.

One arrow hit the front wheel of the Cayenne. I give a victorious yelp as the car swerves uncontrollably.

"Princess, back into the car!"

I shove my body back into the car. Storm hands me a grenade then motions for me to go back out the window. I understood that she meant for me to toss it.

I nod at her, then return to my position out the dangerously fast car's window.

I give one final smirk before tossing the bomb like a professional grenadier.

A loud explosion bursts through the calm night, awakening those who weren't up, alarming those who are.

I close my eyes and cover my sensitive ears.

I slump back into my seat in the car and slip off the bullet proof vest that was drenched in sweat and covered in small dents where bullets hit.

"That was sick. Princesses can be badasses." Storm compliments me while steering with one hand on the wheel and the other over the window.

"You're forgetting that I'm the Alpha of Alphas." I say. I turn my body to my left so I'm facing Lorenzo.

"And how did I know that you're practically a war marshal."

The lightest tinge of red reaches his ears in the most adorable way.

He blushes with his ears? Swoon! Let me on him.

No! We have company, you horny bitch!

I am a literal bitch, are you trying to insult me?

Yes. Now shut up and keep your dirty thoughts out of head.

"You know, you two look like war casualties. Let's freshen up and get some clothes."

Storm spins in a donut before stopping in front of a clothing store.

We all step out of the car and boy is it totalled. The whole thing (except the windows) is covered in bullet holes and scratches.

"Here we are."

"The shop's closed." I deadpan.

"Oh princess." Is all she says before she pulls out her sword and slashes it across the chains that bound the big glass doors.

"Look, they just opened."

If only Rose Wilson was a real person. The two would have been best friends.

Actually no. They're too alike.

Storm picks out some clothes for us while I switch on the computer and access my bank account.

Lorenzo leans on the wall and watches me.

"Princess, there's no need to pay, this stuff ain't worth much."

"Well, I want to."

After I pay for the items, we change in the fitting rooms. Storm has on her usual black eye patch and leather gloves along with a black tank top, black leather combat boots, camo pants and her guns and sheath around her waist.

Her hair is in it's signature braid down her back.

I have on a black leather jacket, maroon t-shirt, dark blue jeans and black suede boots.

Lorenzo has on a simple black tee and gray sweatpants.

We file into the McLaren again so we can drive back to our pack. I lay my head on Lorenzo's lap and curl up in a comfortable sleeping position.

"Thanks guys. For saving my life." I whisper, but they still heard me.

I close my eyes and find solace in Lorenzo's touch.

I wish we could be with mate like this all the time.

Me too.

What's stopping us? Mate is strong enough to be able to help in the fight against the witches. There's no need to hide him.

But Kaceline will take him away, just like Darcy.

Only if you let her. Or are you a coward? Are you going to run away from all your problems again? Are you going to hurt him again?

I stay quiet, knowing that she's right. I can't keep hurting him like this.

Then do what's right.

You know what, you're right. I can't hide him forever. I'll publicly accept him as my mate, as I should have.

Then together we will save Darcy and take care of Kaceline.

Together.

I like that word.