Dawson
It was a rainy day. A blessing and a curse. Rain would help to mask our scents and make us harder to track as we were in the city. But it would also make it harder for us to detect any scents coming towards us.
I was uneasy as we entered the city. I had left Khason in charge of the pack, so I was driving today, with Gaia beside me in the front seat. I practically vibrated, scanning the streets as I drove, as if I expected to see a giant wolf just standing on a corner.
Gaia sang along, off-key to the radio, taking the edge off of my nerves. Her hand rested on my knee, and she tapped her fingers to the beat. I glanced at her, unable to keep from smiling.
I couldn’t decide if I liked her better in pretty dresses, or tight jean
