Snow Patrol Chasing Cars Meaning Novels & Stories

I was standing near the parking lot after having lunch with my friends. Suddenly an enchanting scent hit my nostrils. It was a fusion of jasmine, rose, and honey. The smell of my mate. My wolf was excited as well. I followed the scent towards a tree. She was sitting there reading a book. She was munching a chocolate bar and smiling while reading the book. I felt both excited and angry. Excited about getting her as my mate and angry for me being an asshole. She will never forget the things that I did to her.

“Fuuuuck, that was close!” “You wolf men sure do know how to throw a party.” Chad grinned from his seat, pointing at a distant road as we aimed higher, trying to get into the cloud cover. I could see a line of cop cars a few miles out near the river, their flashing red and blue lights like a string of Christmas decorations. “You know I charge extra for close calls.” “You’re worth it, old man.” I grinned, the crackle of the mic catching something Suzy said under her breath. “What’s that?”

He rubs my back soothingly and assures me. We are hiding behind a comparatively denser bush which fortunately coves us as we scrutinize the surrounding. We are unable to see the source of the bullets firing until I notice a car standing at a distance. My eyes have turned blurry in fear, but I still manage to recognize the car. From here we could only make out the hands hanging out, holding guns as they shoot in our direction. It seems like it is the same black SUV that was following us earlier. "It's the same SUV, Chris..." I blurt breathing heavily. Christopher seems to understand what I am saying as he nods and focuses his eyes on the car.

Then the headlights flared. Twin beams cut through the dark, blinding, sweeping over the lot like searchlights. A black SUV roared to life ahead, another to the left. Engines snarled, tires screeched, and they weren’t chasing us anymore. They were circling, closing the net. “Noah” My voice cracked. “I see them,” he muttered, scanning fast, already calculating. His jaw locked, his breath harsh, but there was no hesitation. We sprinted across the lot, but the ground lit up as the SUVs swung closer, engines revving low and menacing. One cut across our path, its grill glinting like the jaws of a predator.

Silas's point of view The message came through as a single line from the patrol guard near the southern woods: “We’ve found a scent trail. Blood. Small footprints. You need to come.” I didn’t hesitate. I was halfway out of the corridor when I called Dalton through the comm link embedded in my watch. “Southern woods,” I said tersely. “Bring three of your fastest and meet me there in ten.” “On it.” My wolf surged beneath my skin, claws scraping just under the surface, demanding to be set loose. I let him edge closer than usual, knowing I’d need his instincts if we were going to track her. My daughter. My blood.

“I’m running on fumes.” “No pressure,” I muttered, gunning the engine to life. Headlights off, we crept along the base of the canyon, tires slipping in the muck, every bump sending fresh bolts of pain through my ankle. Above us, flashes of red light slashed across the night sky. Drones. Search teams. They were hunting—and not just us. If the loyalists or Scarlett’s faction found my father first, it was over. The SUV’s GPS was scrambled, but Liam input coordinates manually into an offline device.

Engines roaring. The chase had begun.

The last thing I wanted was to be so defeated by life that I would give up on myself. I had a project to run thanks to my recent collaboration. Having grabbed a bag full of medication, I headed to the basement parking lot to get into my car and drive back to work. In all its cruelty, fate had me running into the person I least expected to see—Jacob. When he saw me, his irritated expression froze and gave way to surprise. He stiffened as if at a loss. I turned around and glanced at my reflection in the glass window lining the corridor. Only then did I realize how tired and weak I looked. Nothing about me screamed "healthy".

Rosie cursed and put her hands to her eyes. “Goddamn, what the hell’s going on?” Ethan hissed as he maneuvered the steering wheel as best as he could. This was supposed to be a chill ski trip, a casual two and a half hour drive Upstate. But all of a sudden, they were in a car chase like in the Fast and Furious. “Si, I thought Uncle Harry gave you permission for this trip?” Rosie whipped her head back and she gasped when she saw the two black cars speeding right behind them.

I’m trying to push back all those pesky feelings of disappointment as I make my way to my car when I catch a scent on the breeze, immediately recognizing it and snapping my head up. I stop in my tracks when I see Chase’s big white Ford Raptor truck parked beside my little red car, the man himself standing behind it, leaning on the bumper as he puffs on a joint. The cherry blazes bright with his inhale, tendrils of smoke curling toward the sky. “What are you doing here?” I blurt, completely caught off guard by his presence. Chase blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the joint away as he bares his teeth in a menacing grin. “You said you get off at eleven. Thought I could help with that.” He wa