Sia POV
Snap.
Classical instrumental music floated through the speakers as Blerim snapped his fingers. Evan reached over and clicked the music off like he had done the past ten or so times. He glared at Blerim, who appeared unbothered by the death glares he was receiving. I rolled my eyes at both of them.
Snap.
Heavy metal music pounded the surround speakers in the vehicle. Evan and I flinched at how loud it was. Blerim seemed unaffected, but wolves had such sensitive hearing. Evan clicked the music off, glaring at Blerim.
Snap.
Andrea Boceli’s mild Italian baritone voice filled the air and I smiled as a wave of nostalgia hit me. This choice of song was not terrible. I knew Blerim listened to this genre of music, specifically that artist, quite frequently. I eventually caught on to
