Emmaline -
Peru was too hot. Too humid. Of course, it would feel that way in comparison to Alaska. Cold, dry Alaska. Emmaline was thankful she didn't sweat or she would be dripping right now. Unlike Aiden, who had only been out of the airport for five minutes and his shirt was already soaked.
They were flying down the road in an open jeep, wind whipping their hair around. The priestess's werewolf mate Hector was in the passenger seat, the Priestess beside him holding his hand. They had had a sweet reunion at the airport full of hugs and kisses. It had warmed Emmaline's cold, un-beating heart.
As they reached the tropical forest, the road became rockier and the ride more uncomfortable. A rough ride on hard seats, unrelenting sun, and stifling humidity meant the half-hour ride to the t
