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The roar hits me before I’m even fully awake. It’s a deep, thunderous vibration that shakes the very foundation of the house. It’s the sound of metal and chrome, of dozens of engines screaming in unison in the dead of the night. I bolt upright, my heart almost jumping out of my body. I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen brightens before my eyes, Four Am.

She'd be mortified, but it served her right. The steering wheel was scalding hot, and I'd swear I heard the blood on my hands sizzle, but that might have just been my anger bubbling over. I rolled down the windows until the air conditioner had a chance to kick in and barreled down our long, gravel driveway. The crunch of the rocks under the tires normally soothed me, but today they were like grit in my eye and nothing more than an irritant that kept me from proceeding at the speed I preferred.

“Hey, do you know the owner of this place? I’m looking to see if they have a part for my car.” I smiled. “Y-your looking at her.” “You?” I nodded. “W-what you looking for?” “I just…was having some issue with a rattling noise when at idle.” Looking over the car, the guy had taken excellent care of her over the years. Even the convertible top looked new. “D-did you check the harmonic balancer? Sometimes they separated. The rubber between the ring and the pulley has dried out.” “I…didn’t think of that. No.” He paused for a moment. “You know your stuff.”

"Just… finally finding a reason to stand up for something real.” He shook his head gently, as if snapping out of a dream, then walked back toward the window. ******* Meanwhile, the screech of tires was the loudest sound Axel had ever heard. It felt like the whole world was ripping apart. The sharp smell of burning rubber filled the air, so strong it made him want to gag. Then the noise stopped. A strange, ringing silence settled over everything. Axel didn’t move. He kept his eyes shut tight, waiting for the pain.

The sane part is still trying to argue that point despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Another impact reverberates through the street, the car lurches on its suspension. The bonnet caves inward with a metallic crunch that bounces off the surrounding walls, I flinch so hard my shoulder slams into the wheel behind me. I can't breathe, can only cower and listen to chaos unfold on the other side of a few inches of steel.

The glass crunched beneath her boots, but she didn't look back. Thud. The door slammed shut. The tension and the roar of thunder outside were instantly cut off, sealed away. Inside the car, the only sound was the low, steady hum of the engine, a deep vibration that seemed to settle into her bones. The windows were tinted, opaque, blocking out the chaos that still swirled beyond.

The engine rumbled alive. I slammed my foot on the pedal. The SUV roared as it shot forward, tires screeching against the concrete. I sped up the ramp and burst out onto the street. My senses sharpened. My eyes swept from mirror to mirror, searching for tails. My ears picked up every sound—the rush of engines, the thud of tires over cracks in the road, the faint whine of the motor pushing at its limit. My hands stayed steady on the wheel, every movement firm and fast.

Even the fact that her wolf was frantic didn’t disturb Roni in this dreamlike moment. Her brain distantly registered that the car kept leaning sideways, as if something was repeatedly pulling at it. But it was the various sounds that penetrated her mental fog: low moans, a phone ringing, a child crying, and strange voices arguing. Sensing that the ringtone and the moans were coming from her left,

sound, like someone tapping on a table with their fingernails. Turning. The car tilted to the right due to centrifugal force. Her left shoulder hit the interior of the car door. The fabric rubbed against her shoulder, producing a “squeak” sound. With her right hand, she adjusted the steering wheel to correct the car’s orientation. The tires made a brief “screech” as they touched the asphalt road surface, then regained grip.

Emma giggles, and I find myself smiling despite everything. This is going to work. It has to. *** The first sign of trouble comes two hours into the drive. A soft thump, thump, thump starts coming from the back of the car. I frown, slowing down slightly. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Mama, what's that noise?" Noah asks. "I don't know, baby. Let me—" The car lurches suddenly, the steering wheel pulling hard to the right. I grip it tightly, my heart slamming against my ribs as I guide the car onto the shoulder.