Natalia
Cardan slams the hood shut, once again rounding the front of the car over to the passenger side where I’m still sitting.
It’s been over two hours.
And still nothing.
He gestures for me to roll down the window, and I do.
All he does is shake his head though, his frustration obvious with every move he makes.
That makes two of us.
He shoves the flyaway strands that have escaped his hair tie out of his face, ripping the tie out of his hair on second thought and collecting the unruly locks into a much neater bun.
He tosses his head back, staring up at the now blackened sky. A grimace takes over his expression..
We’re trying to exhaust all possible options before going with his solution.
We meaning me.
Shifting into my fur for the first time in years isn’t for the faint of hea
