Novel & Cerita Roadtrip Characters

And with that, their small caravan set off to Grave Crown with Xavier, Ava, and Marnie in one escorted vehicle, and Liam and Dylan taking up the rear in a second one following closely behind them. The trip wasn’t an easy one. The drive alone was over ten hours long, which would be a harrowing enough trek. Added to it, though, every optional route meant cutting right through Eclipse territory in some capacity or another, so they opted to take the scenic route adding an additional couple of hours to the trip, but greatly lessened the chance of them running into Neia’s forces by avoiding Massachusetts altogether. On top of the level of low-grade tension that persisted throughout the long drive,

Lisa's point of view: As the truck rumbled along the dirt road, I glanced at Mia, who leaned against me with her eyes half-closed. Despite everything, she was holding up well. The driver, whose name was Tom, kept his eyes on the road but occasionally glanced at us in the rearview mirror. "How did you two end up out here?" Tom asked, breaking the silence. "It's a long story," I replied, not wanting to delve into the details just yet. "But we were chased by some men, and we don't know why."

I tried to start a conversation. “Of course, Alpha.” They replied together. “I am Dinn, this is Finan.” The man driving said quickly. “Excuse us if we do not talk, we wish to have our full attention on the convoy.” The ride to the location was not as long as I expected. The roads were more of trails as we followed the winding and turning. I noticed a car behind us kept stopping then catching up a few minutes later. “What are they doing?” I asked the driver of the vehicle, who was Dinn.

THIRD PERSON The triplets, their friends and the Pack warriors have been driving around the Packs in search of Camilla but each moment they get a whiff of her scent, it immediately disappears or gets mixed up with those of rogues or some strange perfume. It's almost four in the afternoon and their search is yet to bear any fruits and to be sincere, everyone in the troupe is tired and pissed off. No one is talking to the other. It's at this time as they find themselves back at the stream when they decide to split and follow different paths.

“Why are you still so stubborn? Your parents are being driven to death by your selfishness! Is your pride really more important than their lives?” Looking at my dad lying unconscious on the ground, and my mom on the verge of breaking down, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. Forcing myself to endure the humiliation, I finally said, “Liam, I’m sor–” Before I could finish, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the end of the street. The packed crowd split apart instantly, and a convoy led by black Hummers pulled to a stop right in front of me. Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped.

“You will all travel to the exact mountain town your mother and I used to visit.” The triplets exchanged uneasy glances. None of them were foolish enough to believe this was simply a family trip. Not when their father looked this satisfied.

"Need company on the trail?" Lena, Sara, and Tom joined. "One last trip with the elders. We come along." The traveler, named Finn, sat down. "My pack lives far west. Got turned around during storms. Threats on the roads." Dane nodded. "We guide you back. Reflect on our journey while we walk. Stories help the miles pass." Ezra packed light bags. "Final adventure feels right. Love, battles, and shaping future. All of it." They set out brisk. Trail talk started immediately.

The triplets were waiting by their car. I started walking toward them, then I saw him. Fenrir walked towards his car. My feet moved before my mind did. I ran. “Hey,” I called out as he stepped out. He paused, barely. “Hey,” he answered. No smile. No warmth. His voice was distant, like it was traveling from somewhere far away. “Mind giving me a ride home?” I asked, stepping closer. His jaw tightened. “Ain’t you going with the triplets?” he asked, eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at me.

The chill came deep from my bones. I wrapped the small blanket tighter around me, but it felt like some invisible force was sucking the warmth out of me. No matter what I did, I just couldn't get warm. Just as I was about to collapse, a black car slowly approached, stopping at the entrance of the rest stop. As if I finally found my lifeline, I used every ounce of strength I had left to shuffle forward. Only, when the window came down, it wasn't Uncle Cole who sat in the driver's seat. It was a stranger who introduced himself as Saul.

I can’t wait to see where I’m going to be staying. “Hi Ms.Sinclair, I’m Jefferson. I’ll be your driver for the rest of your trip.” Jefferson opens the door for me and grabs my luggage and begins loading my things into the truck. It doesn’t take him long to finish putting the bags away and start up the engine. In seconds we are propelled forward and we’re on our way to our next destination. After an hour we pull up to what has to be the most luxurious beach house I’ve ever seen in my life. It takes a minute for me to fully take in the view. I’m pulled out of my trance by Jefferson opening the door for me.