Aiden's POV::
By the time I reached the beach house, the sun had gone down. The place was a perfect hideout for a Werewolf who is trying to run from repercussions and blend in. Tall buildings suffocating smaller houses, surrounded by beaches and the people looked so free. It was almost 8pm but the streets were bustling with people and the traffic lasted longer than a goodbye at a family reunion.
Not to mention the impatient people honking every second like that would make traffic go faster. Soon, I was able to get past the highway and turned around to pass through the lone quiet road surrounded by hills and lakes.
The road was just perfect for me to clear my head, windows rolled down, arm dangling out to feel the breeze and the other hand gripping the wheels.
Memories of what I'd seen
