Chapter 92

Eric’s POV

“What is it?” Andrew asks picking up on my sudden shift in energy. Eric, Eric. Renee’s voice echoes in my head.

“I hear Renee,” I stammer, I touch my head as though I’m touching her. “I can’t hear her,” I repeat. Andrew looks at me like I’m crazy and I know I might sound that way but this is her voice in my head.

“It’s our bond,” I say realizing what’s going on. Andrew cocks an eyebrow at me. “She’s telepathically communicating to me. She’s being our fated mate bond powers,” her voice comes in again. Money.

“Money,” I repeat out loud as I’m hearing it in my head. I look at Andrew who’s watching me carefully. “They want money,” I tell him.

“How do you know?” Andrew says and I look at him coming fully back to the present money.

“Renee told me,” I say and don’t care how crazy that sounds.

“Well did Renee tell you where she is?” Andrew asks. Andrew was able to locate Natalie, only to learn she’s not even in the state at the moment. I called him to this abandoned building hoping he’d be able to pick up on which way Renee went.

Though my dad must’ve thought of that seems to have driven around in circles to confuse our scent. Renee’s smell is in every direction, like the wind she’s everywhere but no where in particular.

“She doesn’t know,” I say. Andrew folds his arms.

“How does she not know?” I shoot him a warning glance.

“She must be in another remote location. They probably blind folded her so she couldn’t see anything,” my blood boils at the thought.

“Let’s go,” I say and run on all fours to the bank.

Only when we reach civilization to I turn back to my human form. Andrew does the same. Outwardly we want to appear that nothing is going on, the less the media knows right now the better. Inwardly, impatience drives my actions.

I cut to the front of the line at the bank. “Sir, you can’t do that,” a scrawny bank teller tells me from behind a glass window.

I must have a look to me because his words fall quiet when he sees me. “How can I help you?” He asks his voice shaking. Protests of disgruntled clients sound behind me. Andrew turns around and snaps at them to be quiet.

People begin to recognize who we are. I may not be in my wolf form but my senses are still heightened and I hear the whispers. “I need to liquidate all my cash from my business account,” I tell the teller. His eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Now,” I bark. My voice reverbs yes of the tall glass ceiling.

“Um,” the tell her chokes nervously. His wide need eyes look nervous.

“What?” I snap.

“It’s just that will take some time, you have to sit down with an accountant and there’s paperwork,” the teller stops talking when I slam my fist on the black granite counter.

A few people have left the building. “I need the cash and I need it now and you’re going to to it. Understood?” I say knowing that every second I stand here explaining to this teller how to do his job is a second more where Renee is in danger.

The teller nods. “Now!” I shout.

Instantly the teller makes a few quick strokes on his sleek computer. Behind him a gold tube begins to shoot out some money. All the other tellers left their post to start collecting the stacks of cash that are quickly piling up in this large golden safe. “This is going to take awhile,” the teller informs me nervously.

Behind him the other workers are moving swiftly, shoveling rolls of paper into bags. Agitation goes inside me. I think of Renee. Our baby. “That’s fine give me what you have,” I demand. “I’ll come back for the rest,” I see the teller about to argue with me but then decides against it.

He opens the glass window separating us and hands me a sack full of cash. It’s heavy like it’s filled with bricks and I sling it over my shoulder. Andrew follows me out the door, we ignore the concerned eyes glued to us as we leave.

No one says a word. The only sound is the swooshing of a machine counting millions which gets cut off as the door shuts behind us.

Outside the bank across the street is a financial firm which displays the stock markets in real time. A digital strip wrapped around the building like an electronic billboard pronouncing everyones investments and how well the market is doing.

Green numbers and upward arrows turn to a dark red as the numbers begin to plummet. As the cash leaves the bank from behind me, the numbers in front of me reflect the stocks people have invested in my new branded company.

It’s only a matter of time before people see that their money is completely gone.

I pull out Renee’s phone and call the number they first reached out in the and I see house. My father answers on the first ring. “You have the cash,” he says more of a statement than a question which means news is already hitting about the sudden drop in the stock markets.

He doesn’t even

“Where are you?” I cut him off. But I can’t hear his reply because there’s a sudden blare of a horn then a crash, right out front of the financial building.

Andrew and I shoot each other knowing looks. Out from the scrunched up buggy crawls a disoriented young man. He stumbled in front of the building without evening turning to look back at his car and the mess of glass that surrounds him.i can’t hear him but I watch as he brings his hands up to his hair and appears to be feeling out

“We have to go,” Andrew says and I can tell by his clipped tone he’s getting ready to fight. A few more cats come to a screeching stop. Each one resulting in a pedestrian climbing out of their car in angst looking at the digital numbers and then down at their phones.

Then I hear someone shout. “It’s him! It’s his business!” I look in the direction of of the person yelling and see a bald man as red as a rose yelling at whoever will listen pointing his finger at me.

“Now,” Andrew says as our safety becomes threatened.

Without another word we transform and take off on all fours.

Seconds later I look back and see others have done the same. I don’t look behind me for long, but long enough to see snapping of jaws.

I knew liquidating my account would have effects on those who puts their money into business stocks, I just didn’t think the effects would be so immoderate. To be fair, I would do it again and again if it means saving Renee.

The thought of her gives me the strength I need to surge forward. The crows behind me grow. I can tell by the sound of a stampede gaining traction against the hot pavement.

“We need to lose them” Andrew yells, but I’m already thinking ahead.

I take a sharp right turn, directly into the oncoming traffic.

Without hesitation, Andrew does the same.

Cars skid to a stop but we leap into the air and land on the top of their cars running over their roofs.

The thud of our paws hit the metal, passengers scurry out from their car with frightened screams. “I think we’re losing them,” Andrew shouts from somewhere behind me.

“For now,” I murmur.

By now the entire lane of cars has come to a stop which makes running across them a whole lot easier, but it also means people are surely alerting the media and the cops.

The immediate mob behind us might be growing in distance, but they’re also growing in number.