Chapter 41 : You Want Us To Do What?

Ash's POV "So," Kenny said, drawing a leg up in the backseat for his forearm to rest on. "How has your day been?" Janice Hawkins from Geography slammed into the hood of the car, nails digging into Hurt's paint job. She extended her jaw, fangs popping out as she roared at us. I clicked the windshield wipers, cleaning solution squirting her right in her honey-brown eyes. She reared back, clawing at her face and I stopped short, launching her off the edge and into a cluster of cinnamon-colored wolves I knew to be the Reyes sisters. I wiped the window to get her slobber off. Looking in the rearview, Kenny was wide-eyed, clipping on his seatbelt like he thought that was going to save him. It was kind of funny in a mean way. Conversely, I was doing all right. Downright peachy-keen. I think I'd careened past the shock and gone straight for denial and disassociation. Or was I compartmentalizing? I reeved up the car, using all her horsepower to run over Richard Mitchel