Kara's POV.
The wooden tires glides past the road, crunching on contact with the coarse earth. I listen into any sounds, such that I have heard many sounds of my surrounding.
I stare into each shops we ride past, watching the activities of the people inside. They look happy, Vampires, and Werewolves alike, as they communicate just great with the Humans. This is what I call life. As people, as beings, this is what should be happening, this is how life should be lived. Not the dog-eat-dog, beast-kill-beast, monster-m******e-monster world I used to know until yesterday when I came here, and see all this.
Positioning my eyes outside, through the bare window doesn't help me in the condition of Andrew staring at me every now and then. It seems like he wants to say something, but he is not.
