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T he car jarred again, and Aidan held the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. We had to figure out a way out of this and fast. The truck was speeding up to hit us again. “Is everyone okay?” Beth’s face looked green. “Define ‘okay.’” A bridge appeared ahead that crossed over a lake. My heart hammered. If we didn’t get a handle on our current situation, the truck would shove us over the railing. The moon hid behind some clouds, causing the sky to darken more, and there was no oncoming traffic, thankfully. “Can you use magic to blow out their tire or something?” We wolves couldn’t do anything in this situation, so hopefully, the witches could. Samuel clapped his hands. “Actually, yeah.” A huge grin spread across his face. “Caleb, feel like helping me?” After a moment’s
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