Chapter Sixty-Nine. Finally.
The thundering sounds of train fast approaching reaches the werewolves ears, as Ronnie grabs hold of one of the cases Hamish is dragging behind them. To the left of the left of the tracks is a sheer drop, with no chance of escape. Their only option is to cross the two lines, and get to the other side. The train would have been a sight for sore eyes, had it been travelling in the direction they needed, but, it wasn’t.
Ronnie resisted the urge to scream out her frustration, nothing seemed to be going their way. Together the mates jumped over the rails, scrambling to the grass verge on the other side of the tracks, when the lights in the distance appeared to slow down. The sound of squealing breaks filling the air, so loud even human ears would pick it up. Whi
