Teegan's P.O.V.
We all keep looking at the vehicle following us, and then I get an idea. I don't want any distractions while we're trying to help others, and these people are an annoyance.
"Let's pull over and get gas," I tell the others. Joel looks at me, confused.
"Why? We have more than half a tank." He says.
"I'm tired of them following us, waiting for them to do something," I explain.
"What do you have in mind?" Joel questions me. I smile and lean back in my seat.
"Let's go to the gas station and get gas. Once we see where they park, we get off the bus, and only one person continues driving. The rest of us will hide and shift into our wolves. I'm sure they want to cause an accident, so whoever remains on the bus needs to be able to jump out before it's too late. I know it's
