Chapter 11He fights the urge.
The rage.
The need for blood.
The need for revenge.
Exhaustion was crushing by the time we reached the outskirts of Chicago. I'd been up for more than twenty-eight hours and was struggling to stay awake, but I was still too frightened to sleep.
Rafe turned off the highway and headed north, bypassing the city and my trepidation built again. “Where are we going?”
“Our parents house at Lake Bluff,” Rafe responded. “Caleb and I think it's the safest place for you right now.”
We travelled further on, through the northern side of Chicago before leaving the suburbs behind. The road skirted along the edge of Lake Michigan and thick woods bordered either side, their branches creating a sweeping canopy over the road. The longer we drove into the wilderness, the m
