Pack
His pack brother then slammed the vehicle forward, aiming right at Trent and Marc, while Jaxon, laughing like a maniac, ran off to the left as he fired his gun.
The wolves, busy trying to tear his and Marc's throats out, didn't even flinch as the truck barreled at them. Trent didn't share the same death wish, and he dove out of the way just in time. The truck impacted his opponents with a thump that sent the rogues flying. Trent vaulted up, grabbing hold of the roof rails. Marc landed alongside him and flipped himself up. He scrambled to the front. And Trent joined him on the hard top then held on. Darren, cursing up a streak as he slammed on the gas again, hit the sidewalk. The SUV went up