Jonas’s POV
The rain never stopped while we drove.
The windshield wipers kept moving back and forth across the fogged glass, barely pushing aside the gray curtain covering the empty road, but the forest still looked wrong beyond the storm.
Too still.
Too attentive.
Asher hadn’t said a single word since we left the corridor fanatics behind. His hands still gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had begun turning pale beneath the weak dawn light.
Callie wasn’t speaking either.
That was what worried me most.
She remained in the back seat watching the rain slide down the window with that distant expression I was already beginning to recognize far too well.
But the voices were still quiet.
After everything that had just happened.
After the partial transformation.
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