CHAPTER 33

The five werewolves, with Lola riding on top of Russel, made excellent time across the Oclan countryside. Less than ten minutes after leaving for the castle, they came to a cobblestone road and their speed picked up even more. Lola leaned as far forward as she could, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried not to die from mind numbing terror. Russel was going incredibly fast and the feeling of it was like something wrenching at her stomach in a very unpleasant way. The only thing she could do to make the feeling a little more bearable was to clench her stomach as tightly as possible. As a result she ended up squeezing her knees together maybe a bit too hard. She was pretty sure Russel didn’t like it that much. She felt him tense up a bit but he never indicated to her that it was too painful. The wind blew past her, tugging at her hair and clothes. The sparse, wooded sections and rocky hills sped past in a blur. The dreary, gray skies of Oclan seemed to grow even darker the closer they got t