Chapter 89. Werewolf Council Meeting

Highway NE of Pittsburgh

"Shit!" I climbed over the passenger seat and into the back. The two coffins had been a tight fit, and they hadn't been tied down. The impact had been over the driver's side rear tire and had damaged Eduardo's coffin, then when the van rolled his went flying. I worked my way carefully over the splintered wood and glass to where he was lying down near the roof of the van. "Eduardo! Wake UP!"

I could hear people pulling over, running towards us. We didn't have time to do anything else. I could already smell gasoline.

Rotating the coffin until it was upright, I kept the battered lid open. Then I lifted Eduardo, setting him inside before closing the lid. It wasn't perfect, pieces of the rosewood lid were cracked and missing, but he was out of direct sunlight for now.

Just in time.

I heard someone pulling at the damaged van door, kicking it down out of the way before opening the other side. "Ma'am? You all righ