The HIDDENS
The wind blew through my hair as I rolled down the window, feeling something I hadn’t in a long time—freedom.
“Alright, we need road trip rules,” Sophie announced from the backseat, pulling out a notepad. “Rule number one: No talking about pack politics.”
“Agreed,” Fatima said, munching on a bag of spicy chips. “Rule number two: The driver does not get to pick all the music.”
Jake, who was behind the wheel, raised a brow. “Excuse me? Who else would pick?”
“Literally anyone else,” Althea said, crossing her arms. “You listen to brooding, dramatic, alpha-man music. We need some variety.”
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