Thirty-Nine: Lana

Lana's P.OV.

I scrambled, doing my best to get a seatbelt around myself with Maddie in my lap. She needed to be in her car seat, but as Oliver slid behind the wheel and started the car, I knew I wouldn't have time.

We peeled out of the driveway, skidding onto the dirt road within seconds. The old, beat-up car let out a squeal and clanged in protest from the sudden abuse of its cold engine.

If it weren't for the fear and adrenaline pumping through my veins, it would have been exhilarating as the tires skid across the road. We drifted around the corner and onto the main street.

"Mommy, the wolves are chasing us," Maddie said softly, and I patted her knee atop mine. She turned from the back window to look at me, her eyes wide.

"Don't look back, Maddie. Just keep facing the front. You have to help me find a place that sells chicken nuggets, remember?" I knew her excitement for them was gone, but I was hoping she would stay distracted long enough for us to get away from the hunting par