Elijah
I hate to admit that the four-hour drive to my territory was long and tedious, but I was already anxious about getting back to our mate. Arlo agrees with me by giving me his usual whimper.
“We are only going to be here for a bit.” I assured him as I passed the last exit that led to our territory. The closer I got to our territory, the more anxious Arlo got and the more he paced in my mind.
“You are getting me worked up. Can you relax?” I asked as my left leg bounced up and down in anticipation.
“You need to hurry. Our people are in danger.” He growled. “I want out.” He demanded. I knew I would not be able to hold him off longer, so I pressed my foot on the gas pedal harder—the engine of the car revved to its maximum. I am going one hundred twenty in a thirty-mile-per-hour zon
