Mish's POV
Wes spares me every minute he can before pulling me from the dumpster we called home for the night.
And I'm instantly glad we had hours before sunrise, even as the yawns begin with the rising sun.
Beau, Jiren, Kyan, Lurther, Patrick and Hugo all do us the courtesy of not mentioning our refreshed marks, nor the claws marks marring Wes's neck.... oppps. They do, however, each wear knowing and annoyingly loud smiles.
"Shut up" I roll my eyes before looking away from each of them, laughs erupting among the small group.
Wes doesn't say anything, just moves forward with the plans for today, his wolves moving from playful to serious in mere moments.
Today's path, not unlike the days before, is treacherous.
Bridges, rivers and unsafe roads our 'safest' route of the day.
Joy.
