Chapter Twenty – Five. Breaking News.
Hanging by one arm to the top of the van, Hamish was being thrashed from side to side, as the driver attempted to shake him off, not caring about the cars either side of him. The air filled with honking horns, as the other drivers wound their windows down, sticking their heads out and shouting abuse to the C.U.N.T driver.
Max ran to the black SUV, jumping onto the bonnet, laying prone, his arms his face snarling through the windshield.
“We look like a deranged baddy in a bad thriller movie,” Thrax chuckled to Max, who continued to snarl at the occupants of the car.
“I know. I have always wanted to do this. Leave me alone, I am being all bad ass and menacing,” Max responded to his wolf.
With that, Max extended his arm, and punched through the
