The House

The road began to loosen as they slipped away from the city. Carrie looked out from the window, her leg bouncing uncontrollably, trying not to think of their destination or to look at the clock.

Greg’s trick gave them very little breathing time since both of them had to change clothes. Good thing Carrie had her reserves, though she had to retouch her hair and makeup. The Alpha’s shirt was completely ruined, and while Carrie was proud of her work, she wouldn’t take responsibility for it. It was him who started everything anyway. Now, they were cruising the boulevard at threshold speed.

They entered a one-way street that Carrie wasn’t familiar with. She hadn’t been to the Blackbird estate more than twice, but she was pretty sure the mansion sat south of the city, over ten kilometers straight ahead.

The street was small on this route, and the buildings gave way to space. The roar of traffic softened to a hum beneath the tires.

“Are we going the right way?” She asked in confusion as they