Chapter 5The bus had been all nice and clean and shiny gray. Not a scratch, not a ding. Even the tires looked brand new as if they’d been changed at that very spot on the airport road. That was over.
I wait. Fenrir needs his moment.
The whole bus begins to rock as the driver opens the door. Poor guy. He thought he’d hit a little puppy. Fenrir’s hulk-like rage has made him turn back into a hellhound. The folding door quickly shuts as the driver sees a furry monster currently the size of a St. Bernard ripping the front tire off the rim and shaking it like a dog would a dirty sock. Of course, a sight like that is bound to make anyone scream.
Now, humans are herd animals, let’s face it. One starts to panic and ten more will follow. Throw in a cliff for additional fun and they’ll all find a
