Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

We were on the other side of the mountain from where we were meeting up with my father. We were still about an hour away because the storm was making visibility a real bitch.

Dion and a few other men were traveling in the cars behind us as we tried to get to my father. When the mind link opened up, Marcus came through. Stupidly, I opened it, allowing Tatum in on the link, not expecting the news we got.

“How far away are you?”

“About an hour away still, this storm is bloody terrible,” I tell him. 

My windscreen wipers were going a hundred miles an hour, and the road was barely visible, even to my enhanced eyesight. We were going to have a hell of a time finding anything out there if it didn’t blow over soon.

“Your father and John have headed in,” Marcus tells us.

“They were supposed to wait for us,” I growled, annoyed they would be so reckless and enter forsaken territory without backup. My father at least should know better. I know John isn’t in the right headspace at the moment because of Claire, but even he should know better than to be this reckless.

well, your father found Carter’s car and apparently some dried blood not

him via the mind link, but I can feel them through the tether, but it’s as if they are both

over,” Tatum snarls. I glanced at him out

they got their phones?” I ask

After ten minutes, I lost

Tatum snarls, punching my dash when I ignore him. We were still an hour away.

I tell Tatum, shoving him out of the mind link so I can focus on what Marcus is trying to say to me. I knew he was scared for Macey, but I never expected his next reaction when I didn’t

out! It’s quicker to go over the damn mountain than around

his door open beside me, I jam both feet on the brake and rip the hand brake up. The car locks up, and I grit my

the speed I was going. I had barely slowed down much when he threw himself out. The screeching of the tires on the wet road is loud as I try not to slide out and into a ditch. My eyes go to the rear vision mirror to see those behind us slamming on their brakes while Tatum’s body skidded and rolled across the road. One of them

I tossed my door open when he stopped. Climbing out, I hear him groan and get to his hands and knees. ” Tatum!” I yelled, running toward him, and all I could smell was burnt

the road when he stood and staggered toward the opposite side of the road. Blood drenched him from where he all but skinned himself alive, his clothes torn from his body before he snarled, and my eyes widened in horror

help him heal or

command him, when I heard his bones snapping, and he screamed. Each pop and crunch of bone was loud