ISLA
“Isla…Hey, Is, wake up.”
I can feel warm tingles dancing across my arm as I blink open my eyes. The soft hum of the tires on Zac’s 4Runner must have lulled me into a sleep
I smile as my eyes land on his handsome face staring down at me. As I look around it seems like we’ve pulled off at a service station of some type. I’ve never really traveled before. Well, I guess I did when I was transferred between packs. I went from Blood Oak to Cedar Falls by ambulance but I was unconscious. TRTC wasn’t far from Grandma Junes when The Great Council took me there, and when I came to Zac’s, I had slept.
The service station is huge and right off of a busy-looking multi-lane road, I didn’t pay much attention to where the cabin was from Clear Creek when I viewed the link. I was too absorbed in th
