The inside of the "Pangolin" smelled of old grease, stale tobacco, and pure, unfiltered testosterone.It was cramped. The cabin was designed for two operators, not six.Dad was in the pilot's seat, his hands gripping the dual control levers. Mom was squeezed into the co-pilot seat, clutching her purse like it was a lifeline.The rest of us—me, Ben, Haley, Valerius, and Marcus—were crammed into the small cargo space behind the seats. It was intimate, in the worst possible way."Get your elbow out of my spleen, wolf-boy," Ben Carter grumbled, trying to protect his briefcase from being crushed by Valerius's knee."Touch me again, accountant, and you lose the hand," Valerius snarled, his eyes glowing yellow in the dim cabin light. He was hunched over, his massive frame taking up half the space. He looked like a tiger stuffed into a cat carrier."Quiet back there!" Dad shouted. He pulled a pair of cracked aviator goggles from the dashboard and pu
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