"Not— your– fault!" Ivar could barely speak, but he still tried to lift the corners of his mouth upwards for her.
The car made a sharp turn, and Elene almost fell off her seat along with Ivar.
The Princess restrained her friend with the seatbelt to prevent him from falling or hurting himself. She glanced through the back window, noticing that cars and wolves were following them.
"We need to stop," she said. "Ivar needs a few minutes of peace."
"If we stop, they get us all!" Dalisay replied. “Joaquin and the big guy are doing what they can, but it's a miracle we still haven't been captured. Is the lycan a royal by any chance? I'd think he would have gone feral by now."
"Sort of," Salome replied. He'll be fine, but yeah, I don't think we can stop until we are in the West and under their
