“Turn left.” I order Grant suddenly without any warning or explanation. He doesn’t object and quickly turns the car down the next road on the left.
“Does your goon not know how to get home?” Dustin smirks mockingly and I regret my decision to find him and make him part of my pack for about the seven thousandth time. Thankfully Grant lets the insult go, for now, and Dustin’s question hangs ominously in the air unanswered. I look to the side of me, and Elizabeth has her head resting against the window with her eyes closed. I’m almost certain she isn’t asleep though, possibly just resting and enjoying having her wolf back for a while, or trying to pretend that she isn’t stuck in this car with me and my i***t of a son. I drum my fingers on the side of my forehead as I try to think of what to
