Liam's back screamed at him as the truck hit another pothole. Fourteen hours of driving on what barely qualified as roads would do that to you. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a position that didn't feel like someone was jabbing a knife between his vertebrae.
Jimmy was passed out in the passenger seat, his head bouncing against the window with each bump. The guy could sleep through anything—probably a skill he'd developed during his time in captivity. In the rearview mirror, Liam could see Sylvia's golden eyes constantly scanning the forest around them. Beside her, Akira sat with Kova curled in her lap, the young direwolf somehow sleeping as peacefully as if he were in a proper bed instead of a beat-up truck jolting through wilderness.
"Need to stop," Liam said, checking the fuel
