All Chapters of Lost Heir of the Pack: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elise's POV0Leia's voice echoes around the room and Sammi and I both snap to attention.0"Come on, he's in the woods. Echo and Tai found him out there."0"What do you mean he's lost his mind?" I ask as we run through the packlands and into the forest.0"You'll see," Angie yells as she trails behind us.0My heart is pounding, we could go so much faster if we shifted, but we are trying to make sure Angie isn't lost out here.0There’s a clearing behind the old church ruins. It sits on the backside of our lands and I stop dead in my tracks when we get there. Echo and Tai are signaling us to keep quiet as they quietly look into the clearing.0"Shhh, we found him here like this," Echo whispers.0"What the hell is he doing?" Sammi asks and we all stare at him.0Josh is standing barefoot in the center of a scorched circle of earth, grinning like he's possessed. In his hands he's holding something like it's a sacred gift. It's some kind of marble or orb. I can't get a good look at it

Roman's POV0"Let's hold off on kicking anyone's ass just for a minute," Roman pulls Lucas back and pats him on the back.0"Well, when he goes I'm going with," Leo says, and honestly he has every right to. This is his life, and his piece of shit social worker deserves to be confronted by him.0"I'm going too," Jack chimes in and I don't argue. These two boys have been joined at the hip since Leo got back, and that's how it should be. They are going to have to trust each other completely.0"Boys, go grab some dinner with everyone else. Lucas and I need to talk to Josh's father."0When we get to the hospital room we find Evan and his wife crouched over their son, and poor Sammi is sitting in a chair against the wall. I knock gently on the door and Evan gives his wife a kiss on the cheek and joins us in the hallway.0"How's he doing?" Lucas' asks.0"His breathing and heartbeat are erratic. But nothing broken or hurt. Sammi told us what happened. What's going on?"0"Let's go in he

I just got kidnapped by robbers who came here to rob my father's bank. All of this went way too fast. A few minutes ago, I was still in my father's office, civilly having lunch with him. Then those men broke in and all hell broke lose! I still could remember Lizzy's tear-stained face when she called for help. Then, I found myself dragged away into one of their cars. Right now, the tall man who seemed to be the leader of the robbers gang was driving fast in the streets, closely followed by his henchmen. Having been roughly shoved inside the car, I was still laying on the leather back seat, my toffee brown hair falling into messy locks all over my face. Through my locks, I studied the back of the driver's neck. The man was still focused on the road, so maybe I had a chance to escape. Pretending to be unconscious or too shocked to do anything, I discreetly crawled toward the door. Just a little closer, just a little closer! The difficult part was to grab the handle without letting my cap

Even though I was relieved not to be locked up in a basement anymore, I was still rather unhappy to know he planned to keep me in his room. How was I supposed to escape if he always was around? Passing through his gang would already be enough of a difficult matter, if I had to worry about having him around all the time too, I wasn't close of escaping! Plus, I needed to keep in mind who I was messing with: Anton Carmichael! The uncatchable criminal who was known for his insanity and cruelty. A terrible thought twisted painfully my belly. Maybe I was too enthousiastic when I assumed his room would be any better than a basement! Oh no, I hope he wasn't planning to tie me up to his bed with some ropes and leave me in the dark all day! But being alone in the dark would still be better than..."Miss MacCarthy, this way please." Politely instructed me Anton, taking my hand to gently pull me toward another flat of stairs. I followed him toward the wooden stairs, watching the photos on the

Shit! I just couldn't believe I had miscalculated the height of the building! Now, I was free falling, maybe to my freedom but also maybe to my death! Clawing toward the window sill, I tightly closed my eyes and readied for the hard impact. But nothing came. Instead of feeling my bones breaking in impossible angles against the concrete floor, I felt something warm, large and smooth wrap itself around my hand. Opening my eyes, I saw I wasn't falling anymore. Looking up, I met the dark brown eyes of Anton Carmichael. The latter had managed to slip his arm through the narrow window just in time to catch me."Don't let go, Miss MacCarthy!" He whisper-yelled, his voice sounding almost reassuring in the dark."As if I was going to let go!" I forced myself to tease him back, though I was scared he'd let me fall and break my neck. Actually, even though I considered struggling to break free from his grip for a few seconds, I immediately rejected that idea. Doing that would probably kill me