Chapter Eighteen

Captured

He was so angry he was shaking. Agnar nearly walked into the automatic doors of the hospital as he got to the exit. He was still shirtless, blood stains on his shoulders from where his head had been dripping on to. He stopped short on the curb.

“Alpha.’ The guard said, bowing his head.

“I need a car now.” Agnar snapped to him, the guard instantly grabbed keys from his pocket and held them out to Agnar.

“The old blue pickup truck. Second row down.” He said his gaze on the ground out of respect.

“I’ll remember this.” Agnar said, taking the keys from him and walking across the parking lot.

“Alpha.” Logan called from the hospital entrance.

Agnar ignored the calls and got to the blue truck. He pulled open the door hopping in. Logan started jogging across the parking lot quickly. Agnar turned the key to the blue pick up and it stalled. He grumbled watching Logan close in on the truck. Agnar turned the key once more and the truck came to life. Logan reached the truck as the engine