Chapter Twenty Eight: Back to the Drill

"What took you so long? Was there a queue?" Victor asked when Luther got into the car. "No." Luther handed out Victor's package to him and gave the other two at the back theirs: Raid and Hawke. The sound of papers tearing and nylons rustling filled the air as they got their lunch. "You selfish man!" Raid hissed at Luther from behind, seeing that Luther wasn't with his own lunch bag. "This nigga had his lunch inside." Hawke punched the back of Luther's seat in annoyance, pissed at him. "Aren't we all hungry?" Victor held back his remark, starting the car instead. They needed to be in Telluride before the day went dark. "That wasn't why I came out late," Luther growled. "How many minutes will it take me to devour some measly fries?" "Then what kept you in there?" Raid demanded, inching his head at him. "I saw this woman in there." Luther twitched his nose. Or was she a lady? She looked very young, but she smelled different from virgin female werewolves. "Don't tell me you wer