ROWAN
The car slows again and I let out an exaggerated sigh, tugging at my fur coat and glancing at the tinted glass. There's an endless line of cars, halted by the agonizing weather.
It may be the beginning of spring and the other Packs may already be experiencing good weather, but here in the Southern Green packs, we're still at the mercy of the snow squalls, blizzards, and snowstorms. It's always this messy and chaotic at the end of winter.
Right now, it's a furious snow squall and we're stuck on a highway for over two hours. Snow trucks are clearing the road and I doubt we'll be moving any sooner.
I wind up the glass and lean back on my seat, resting my head on the headrest.
I shut my eyes briefly and her face flashes in my mind. A low growl tears through my clenched teeth and I
