- Joise -

My mind has to remind my lungs how to breathe as my body is thrown off the back of the bike and onto the tarmac road. Pain vibrates through me as my body ricochets at high speed along the wet ground, my eyes watching the flashing lights of the lorry as it speeds

towards. I have no control of my body.

I can feel my jeans rip to shreds, that unknown pain of my skin tearing open as if it were only a layer of denim.

As soon as I am able to catch my breath, a scream escapes me, my eyes slamming shut as the lorry closes its distance on me.

I won't be able to avoid the giant wheels, the heavy undercarriage as it aims directly for me. This was it, I know I won't survive this.

I try to swing, move my body but we were travelling at such a speed that my body is unable to fight the friction pushing against me.

A hand reaches for me and yanks me with force in a new direction, my body slamming against a solid wall before I feel his other arm wrap around me.

Knox.

The tiny amount of air that my lungs had managed intake is gone again as we hit the highway barrier at the similar speed that we had been travelling on with the motorbike. If I wasn't placed safely within his arms at impact, I would have seriously damaged my head even with this helmet on.

In a daze I start to stand up, my legs like a new born deer as all ability to stand seems to fail me.

I hear him tell me to stay put, that he is going to retrieve the motorbike and we can get back on the road immediately.

As if it was easy to stand back up...I suppose it is for him.

Gripping on to the barrier, I use it to support me as I stand up, his frame walking away from me. My eyes struggle to focus on him as he heads towards his hike, which seems to have crashed into the same barrier but up ahead. He removes his helmet, his hair flicking out in the rain as he shakes off what has just happened. The lorry that nearly ran me over is long gone, traffic continues to whizz past, not paying us any mind.

The world keeps moving but my heart is hammering in my chest. That was a lucky escape.

Removing the helmet my head tilts upwards towards the wet sky as I take in a much needed deep breath of air.

I dare not look, I can feel the grazes on my thighs, my jeans now like shorts, as I continue to hold myself steady...just trying to breathe.

In the grand scheme of things I was able to walk away from the crash and that was a blessing.

When Knox places his motorbike back upright he turns heading back towards me when he stops, his horrified looking eyes scanning the length of me. "Red?" He picks up speed I, racing towards me.

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch." I wave my hand out, trying to brush it off as a mere scratch when I know it isn't. These are the type of wounds I would heal.

"Why aren't you healing?" At a speed to rival my brothers he is at my side, his hands cupping the back of my thighs as blood trickles down, causing the rain on the ground at my feet to turn red. "Fuck Red.."

"It's fine, let's get the car and I can heal at home."

His eyes narrow as they stare into mine, searching for information I am unwilling to give him. He isn't a pack member or a member of the family. It is forbidden.... "Can you walk?"novelbin

"Yes, I can walk.." I start to walk, pain radiating through my body as I grimace. Nausea rising in the back of my throat.

I take my time, his arm around my waist as I hobble to the motorbike, dread washing over me as I really don't want to go back on it. But I have no other choice.

The rain continues to beat down upon us, my helmet hearing each raindrop like a tin covered roof. I know I am gripping tighter onto him now, may hands firmly wrapped around his lower waist as he takes it slower, breaking as he comes off the next exit and follows the SatNav through the country lanes.

Slowing down for every corner, my heart beating against his upper back as my adrenaline starts to fade...pain increasing in my legs.

Thankfully we find the car, parked in a supermarket car park. There was no point looking around, Jace would be long gone, he had left the key on the driver's back wheel for a reason. He didn't want to see me right now.

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