~ Brendan POV cont. ~
Hadeon’s friends were weird. They weren’t like any of his friends that I had met within Nighttide; they were quieter and didn’t seem to want to speak to me at all. I didn’t mind it as I was too excited and thinking about my visit to the town hall and library of the pack to learn their history, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect them to make a little conversation with me.
One of the three friends was driving the car, the other was in the passenger seat, and I was wedged in between the third friend and Hadeon in the back.
“Are we almost there?” the one next to me asked impatiently.
“Another 10 minutes or so,” the driver said monotonously.
The man huffed, “This is taking forever, we have too much to do in very little time. Can’t you go any faster?”
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