Shadow POV
We hit the road and made good time.
Fanging it down the road, risking our lives, in the hope that no animals play suicide by running across the road, usually with this many bikes, making all this noise, keeps them away, but occasionally we get a brave soul that wants to tempt fate.
Dad will be pleased; he will arrive before midnight.
I wove through the parked cars and bikes until I reached the front door and the space reserved for Pip and me to park; Dad had said it would be clear for us, and for Jip if he wanted to park there too. Since we were both leaders in this task.
I tried to see our home through Pip's eyes, but I doubt she would make a good impression until morning, when Pip could see how beautiful this place was. I am looking forward to showing her around when Dad
