Logan quivered in the backseat, the man still had his arm around her. His knuckles were white as he gripped the gun. Sawyer frowned, they’d been driving toward Austin, though they hadn’t made it far yet. Quinn’s mother was at least an hour behind them. She bit her lip and clasped her hands together. They had to figure out a way to ditch this man without someone getting hurt.
The man whistled a chirpy tune from behind her. Logan grunted, sweat beading on her forehead. “Mind turning the air up, darlin’?” The man said, looking at Sawyer.
Sawyer moved her hand and turned up the AC. Being so close to another wolf for any length of time was enough to melt a winter storm. Her stomach tightened and she felt like throwing up. There were three of them and one of him, but the gun evened the odds. A
