Ivan
Instead of obeying Nefera's words, I parked the truck and turned the engine off.
"What are you doing?" She whimpers, staring at me like I'm suicidal. "Ivan, we have to run."
"No," I shake my head, staring at the SUV before us. "We can't."
I'm not trying to be the hero or the jealous mate who knows what the man across from me did to the love of his life. Thinking like that would get us killed or worse. So, I had to think like an Alpha and a soldier. The situation had shifted on us within a matter of minutes. One second, everything was calm. Next, we were in a shit storm. The odds weren't in our favor. I counted at least twenty of them, if not more.
Yes, I could turn the truck around, and we could drive away. There was only one problem with that. My tank was already half empty. That was enough to get us home but for a high-speed chase? No, we'd have to stop for gas, which would only put us back in this situation.
