  &quot;Hey, hey, wake up.&quot; Carmen rouses both of us from peaceful sleep and I can see the daylight is turning dim as it gets close to sunset already. We both passed out and must have been unconscious for hours after their little argument. 
  &quot;Where are we.&quot; I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn and stretch out like a cat, uncurling my limbs from the awkward position I ve been in.
  &quot;New Mexico. You better call Sierra as we crossed over a while back and I headed for Deming. That s where Meadow said, right?&quot; Carmen clicks her head from right to left to stretch out her neck and I can tell she s exhausted from being the driver for so long. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and I can t be sure, but there s a telltale rosy glow across her cheeks and nose, that hint that she might have been crying at some point. She seems fine now but my stomach lurches in sorrow that sh

  &quot;Maybe we can speed between goal posts?&quot; I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again in a game of follow me.
  &quot;I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we re not just following some random flock of ravens who are trying to get away. I mean we re kinda assuming.&quot; Meadow quips in and I giggle out of pure nervousness and frustration and also doubt. Maybe she s right and were insanely following birds that have nothing to do with this. We assumed, given Sierra s text and then their freakish behavior that we should, and who knows, maybe their curiosity has them come to us, but mistrust pushes them to move further away when we g

  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 a lot of boredom as we pensively fall silent in our own thoughts.
  We had some 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 obviously young-looking women seems to bring attention from humans... males to be exact. I guess given the fact that wolves, after turning, are physically attractive and I guess 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 guys 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

&quot;Hey, hey, wake up.&quot; Carmen rouses both of us from peaceful sleep and I can see the daylight is turning dim as it gets close to sunset already. We both passed out and must have been unconscious for hours after their little argument. 
  &quot;Where are we.&quot; I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn and stretch out like a cat, uncurling my limbs from the awkward position I ve been in.
  &quot;New Mexico. You better call Sierra as we crossed over a while back and I headed for Deming. That s where Meadow said, right?&quot; Carmen clicks her head from right to left to stretch out her neck and I can tell she s exhausted from being the driver for so long. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and I can t be sure, but there s a telltale rosy glow across her cheeks and nose, that hint that she might have been crying at some point. She seems fine now but my stomach lurches in sorrow that she chose time alone to cry out some of the pain she s carrying and never woke us up for company.
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chapter 88