Chapter 41. The Road

It feels like it’s been days in this truck, and between napping, sitting to watch the scenery go by, and one fuel stop, nothing else has happened. Endless miles of road, strained moods, and boredom as we pensively fall silent in our thoughts.

We had odd looks from passing cars on the road, and at the garage we stopped at. The military truck covered in rune symbols and carrying three young-looking women seems to bring attention from humans… males, to be exact. I guess, given that wolves, after turning, are physically attractive and as close to perfection as we can get in the eyes of humans.

They are a strange species with absolutely no concept of boundaries. Meadow was so close to ripping one guy’s throat out who tried to feel her ass when she was paying for the gas, and I had to drag her away before he spotted the glowing ember eyes or the low growl emitting from her chest. She was about a millisecond away from turning feral and showing him how big her claws can get when