Burial

KACELA

Wyatt wanted to drive my dad’s pickup from the hotel back to the pack.  I didn’t mind; the road was dark and he would know the dirt road a lot better than I would.  I avoided looking out the back window; I didn’t want to see my dad’s wolf laying there.

I wasn’t sure how I felt.  The older I got, the further apart my father and I grew.  I know now that it had a lot to do with his wolf and the fact that I also had one.  I wondered what happened between him and my brother and if my brother had a wolf.  I would have to ask my mom.

I checked my watch and saw that it was later than I thought.  My mom and Everett should be landing shortly and then Everett would take her to my apartment.  I smiled ruefully.  Everett was going to get his wish and be able to drive my jeep.  I hoped my mom had the fortitude to handle that.

Wyatt turned off from the main road on to the dirt road leading into his pack lands.