Nikolai's POV
The drive into Maratol was uneventful, thankfully. The black Rolls Royce Father insisted we take was decked out with water, ice, a television screen so we could communicate with Father if anything happened on the journey there and all the other luxuries most humans needed to survive in the world.
Should have just run. grumbled Luke as he paced in my head. I smiled, we had been caught in a major traffic jam not long after entering the city, and the vehicle was moving at a snail's pace, causing my wolf to get antsy. He didn't like being cooped up for too long. Just bear with it a bit longer. Once we get to the hotel, we'll find a park, and you can run for a bit. I replied, understanding his pain. This was ridiculous.
Thane continued texting on his phone, seemingly at ease.
