Chapter 17
Thirty-six hours before All-Pack, the sky began to lighten around our speeding vehicle. Hunter and I had swapped places long since, so my mate now curled into the passenger seat while my own white-knuckled hands clung to the steering wheel in a death grip.
“One of us needs to be rested and alert when we get there,” I’d argued hours earlier, expecting an instant rebuttal. “I’ll just sit up and worry all night long,” I added. “So I might as well be the one to drive.”
To my surprise, Hunter hadn’t argued. Instead, gracefully, he’d pulled over and relinquished the keys. Gratifyingly, I’d been right and my mate’s wolf had been quick to pull his human half back into slumber.
Gratingly, the endless miles separating myself from my pack seemed to stretch out to infinity in front of o
