We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option. So, we got what we could over the counter, along with fast food and all kinds of snacks. We also had to get a breast pump for Meredith and something to keep the milk in. She isn’t going to keep it for her pups, but she doesn’t want to dump it out the window either. It would kind of defeat the purpose of all of the stealth. Then, Meredith gave me the wheel. She sat in the passenger seat, forcing Rin and Sev to sit in the back together. I catch them making eyes at each other every so often and that stubborn spark of hope that I was trying so desperately to quell rose up and flick

After we eat, Bella passes out the apple quarters, keeping two back for Citra and Michael. We all hold the apple, looking at each other dubiously. Bella seems nice and all, but do we really want to trust a witch? I think that some of the distrust between wolves and witches, at least on our side of things, is that they manipulate the natural world. Change it into something of their own choosing, not what it was destined to be. And as much as humans would like to think otherwise, we wolves are an integral part of nature. Anything that threatens that leaves us wary. I have no idea what their problem is with us. You know, for all of my open-mindedness about so many things, I’ve never stopped to examine this. Hmmm. Something to think on. I get that knee-jerk reaction not to trust Bella. Not to trust what she is asking me to put in my body. But why? What has she done that is making me not trust her? Citra trusts her. Citra wouldn’t let anything happen to us. I look aro

Both Sev and I rush out of the house, Sev making the excuse that he needed to get something out of the car. I said that I’d help him. When we get outside, Sev grabs me and slams me against the wall of the house. His lips crash into mine, his hand going to the zipper of my pants. I moan, trying to keep myself quiet. The whole purpose of us coming out here was so we could burn some of this off without letting everyone know what was going on. Sev rubs me through my pants and my knees feel weak. I reach for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping his fly. I pull him out of his pants and he hisses at the feeling of sparks up and down his dick. I begin to move my hand, stroking his cock, and he moves away from my mouth. A growl of pleasure escapes his lips and he bucks in my hand. He pushes my shoulders until I’m kneeling on the ground in front of him. I immediately take him into my mouth all the way to the base. One of my hands wraps around his waist while the other quickly pul

After we eat, we all separate to our rooms. Hakeem and I both shower and then lay together on the bed. We mindlink with Meredith, filling her in on everything that happened with the witches and getting updates from her about who Slade and the she-wolves with him are and how Brandon is doing. She seems to be doing well after the whole ordeal of her seizures and Madre Selene (Mother Selene) taking over her body. But, she’s understandably exhausted. As our conversation fades, so does her energy. Vete a dormir, mi cielo. Has tenido un largo día. Hablaremos contigo por la mañana. (Go to sleep, my heaven. You've had a long day. We'll talk to you in the morning.) I murmur to her in the link. Voy a Facetime tu mamá para poder ver a las chicas antes de irme a dormir. (I'm going to Facetime your mom so that I can see the girls before I go to sleep.) Meredith yawns through the link and I’d be surprised if the call lasted more than five minutes. But I understand the need to see our p

The next morning, I go to checkup on Brandon. Chloe is in the room, too. She had taken a paramedic and a few nursing classes before deciding to go for her dream of being a tattoo artist, so she is tending to all of Brandon’s medical needs. When I walked in the room, she was bending over and fiddling with something at the side of his bed, her tight jean-clad ass right in front of me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She has to have some idea of what she's doing, right? None of this is coincidence, is it? She looks at me over her shoulder before smiling and straightening. “Hey Sev. G’morning.” My mouth is dry and it takes me two swallows before I could respond. She's wearing a low cut tank top and her full breasts look mouthwatering. Snapping my eyes up to hers, I manage a smile. “Morning, Chloe. How’s the patient?” Thank the Goddess, she turns to apply some vaseline to Brandon’s lips and I can adjust my boner so it isn't front and center against my zipper. Fuck! How d