Chapter Eighteen
Walkyr gritted his teeth in irritation. He and Pallu rode in the back seat of the human’s transport. He wanted to bang his head against the headrest of the front seat.
Pallu shot him a sympathetic look. “Their modes of transportation are very slow,” he said.
“I could run faster than this,” Walkyr growled under his breath.
“You two do know that we can hear everything you are saying even if we can’t understand some of it, right?” Mason dryly commented, looking at the two of them in the rearview mirror.
Walkyr shot the older man a heated look of frustration. Due to the worsening weather conditions, Mason was now driving even more slowly than he had been before. It was barely snowing outside compared to many of the places he had travelled to in the past.
He took a deep,
