Ian
We'd been walking for what seemed hours and the little vampire was starting to grind on my last nerve. Whistling.
Constant whistling.
"Will you stop that blasted noise?" I much preferred Scotty's snoring who was now cradled in my arms flat out, lazy fucker. My father had refused to talk. He was lost in his own little world. Every once and a while he would curse himself. He would need to start talking but I could tell he was tired so didn't push for answers, I just got him back and it was a weird feeling. I couldn't stop staring at him. Glancing to my side whenever he slowed down to make sure he was there, he would catch me and smile. We started to hear noises in the distance. Even with our wolf hearing it was hard to make out. Then the lights started to flicker through the trees.
