Novel & Cerita 3 Day Road Book

"Is that where we're going? How much longer?" "Three days," Cain muttered. "Not two." "Three!" I practically shrieked. My skin felt too tight for my body. I felt like I was going to start pulling my hair out if I sat in this seat for another hour. "The roads are smaller," he explained, his voice rough with tired edges. "And I have to stop to sleep." A sneaky thought bloomed in my head. I leaned toward him, a grin tugging at my lips. "You could teach me to drive. Then you could sleep while I keep us moving. We’d get there way faster."

It seemed like it had been a long time since I had such an impression, so long that I felt a bit unaccustomed. After crossing the road, I discreetly withdrew my hand. The next morning, I packed my things and got ready to go to work. Ayden suggested taking me to work. "I will take you there." Stayed up late because of his strange behavior yesterday, and now I was racing against time to catch the subway for my morning commute, with no time for second thoughts as I was ready to get in the car. The moment I opened the passenger seat door, a sweet, sugary scent rushed out.

Mom tried to keep calm, but only presented a sense of nervousness when they approached the door behind which I was lying. Dad pushed the door. Seeing my wolf lying there, his face stiffened. As he came closer, with just one glance, he was terrified to step back far. Although someone had tried to repair my corpse, nothing helped: Shattered head, lost claws, and impaired torso due to animal bites. Everything in view was so stunning and hard to imagine. That stench smell was so intolerable that Laurel vomited at the door. Zayn's hands shivered violently. He turned back to my remnant.

Don began the third book in earnest in January of the seventeenth year. The preparation had been months since September of the previous year — not the reading programme of the trip preparations, which had been the outward accumulation, the filling of the self with what the place would require. The preparation for the third book was inward: the reading of the journals, both of them, across sixteen years.

He studied the map and motioned for Amelia to get closer. “Look here, you can take this path until you hit the T in the road, then go left. You will stick on that one until you reach Lorraine, then you will go left again. You should hit Brumward by tomorrow at noon if you are fast. You’re riding Daisy?” He raised his brows. Amelia nodded. He looked satisfied as he ripped the page out of the book and thrust it toward her. Amelia’s shock was apparent as he shrugged his shoulders and pushed her toward the door.

Rex said, jabbing Raz between the ribs with the stirrups. “Hey f**ker!! I’m not one of those brainless things over there!” Raz yelped. “Sorry, old habit” Rex apologized, slapping his forehead. After a few hours of traveling, they approached a Y-shaped fork in the road, Raz had already begun to head right, Lizz said loudly. “Hey, Rowena’s map says it’s this way!” pointing down the left road. “That way will take 8 extra hours, you are all already bitching about the travel time, this way is shorter” Raz groaned.

“Right, right. I’d forgotten. Well, you always did have a flare for the words, son. Will lemonade do okay for everyone?” Richard and Katie nodded, and Deadmond disappeared into the kitchen. After a minute or so of rattling around, he came back with tall glasses of pink lemonade on a small tray. “How bad of a drive was it, Richard?” he asked, setting the tray down on the end table next to his chair. “Did it take you long?” “Three days,” Richard said, still somewhat nervy. “But we stopped a lot, you know?” His insides were coiled up, waiting. Expecting something.

I was midway through dialing my brother when Booker returned, so I hung up and forced a smile. “You call your brother or friend or whoever?” he asked. “Kim. Yes. She’s still at work. I was just about to call my brother.” “Why don’t you do that and then you can give me some information while we wait for him.” I nodded and picked up the phone again. I got his voicemail. “Hey Ell, it’s me. I broke down in Portland and was wondering if you could come get me. I’m at…,” I glanced up at Booker for assistance, and he handed me a card. I rattled off the address and phone number of Big Ernie’s Wreck ’n’ Tow, and then hung up again. “Voicemail.”

Three days. ---

V. Sitting in the back of Alpha Jackson's big SUV I had my eyes closed. Not asleep, just resting. The Alpha, Luna, and three boys were sending me to the airport. Our pack being as big as it was, had it's own airport. It was just a small one. We used it only when we needed to. If we wanted to go to Seattle for the day we just drove. But if we needed to catch a flight at Sea-Tac this was the best way to get there. Also if someone out of town was coming in to visit we used our plane to bring them here. But mostly we drove to where we needed to go when we weren't in a rush. "I wonder if Venus has settled on her plane yet?" Luna Alice asked.