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“Carolina and me are sisters!” “Oh, yeah?” I smile, this time with more joy. “Is your sister here?” Carolina asks. I let out a deep breath, standing up to switch spots with her. “Do you want to try braiding Missy’s hair?” She nods, sliding over to sit behind her little sister. I take her seat, helping direct her and answer her questions. Once she finds a steady rhythm, I say, “My sister died while we were trying to escape and find the Sun Warriors.”

Somewhere in Red Rocks Mountain Park Denver 1999 Taylor “Taylor, I’m cold.” She’s jittering, her words are no longer whinny. They come out weak. We’ve been walking for hours, and I know my sister needs to rest. Harlin is 3 years younger than me, and tiny, like mommy. I wish I could stop just for a minute. Every step I take, my legs burn, and my calves ache, as they pull taut from the long walk daddy took us on yesterday. But, daddy told me not to stop.

My wolf let out a huff, and I knew she thought I was stupid and controlled by a weak mind, but for now she only gave another annoyed huff and stopped. I forced my mind away from another close escape and let myself relax until there was nothing except the open road. I rode for days, crossing many state borders and only stopping for gas and sleep beside my bike in small forest areas. Six days into my trip, I entered New Mexico and felt so exhausted that I decided to find a hotel. None of the larger pack towns were nearby, so resting for a few days should be safe. I reached Santa Fe around midday and parked my bike on a street filled with shops and market stands.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

"Mom, I'm hungry" my little sister said from the back seat. I was sitting with with Mom at the front sit and she was sitting at the back with my brother. We were already halfway to my aunt's place and the weather was very hot. If not for the car's AC i would be frustrated. Inspite of the cool breeze that was coming from the Ac, I was still sweating a little. The sun was very bright and also harsh because as i looked out of the car I saw people use their palm or handkerchief to shield i faces from the sun as they walked quickly to there destination.

"Really? Can I?" "Sure." "I wanna meet her now!" she insisted excitedly. He nodded and reached for his book, pulling a piece of paper out. "Here's the address." "How far away is she?" "We live in Santa Fe now, right here in the city," he answered, pointing to a spot on the page. "So we're just two towns away from each other?" "Uh huh. We are." "Oh…" "But if you're quiet and good, maybe I can take you tomorrow."

“That is the worst metaphor you’ve ever used.” He shrugged. “The point stands.” They drove into town that afternoon, windows down, her hair whipping in the wind. Santa Barbara’s streets were sunlit and sleepy, tourists drifting between wine shops and tiny galleries. They found a farmers market bustling with locals, baskets of strawberries, fresh bread still steaming, tiny jars of local honey.

“Not that you don’t make my life fuckin’ hard enough already.” “What do I pay you 15 percent for?” Derek taunted him. “You certainly don’t do anything else to earn it.” Which turned into another memorable confrontation. But today I was thankful, because we were tooling around with the top down, the hot sun warming our skin and the wind whipping through our hair. In case you’re wondering, the sun doesn’t set in Salt Lake City in the summertime until around 9:00. Whether it’s a quirk of the altitude or where the city lies in the time zone, it was still plenty bright and plenty warm at 8 o’clock at night.

The trip should take about three to four hours if there isn’t much traffic. "Should we go there before the dark moon catches up with us?" asked Damon. "Once the dark moon comes, even if the sun is still, it can affect us." "We should leave now, but we need to make a plan." Says Uncle Aman. "That place is huge, and it’s in the mountains. There’s a lot of wolfsbanes there, and we have less than 8 hours to find my sister." Auntie Sol said. "Are we talking about the entire mountain?" I asked.

I rolled my eyes. I turned my head towards my window and rolled it down. I took this time in the car to gaze at the streets of San Diego one last time. I would only be back in December for the Holiday season. I also heard that Washington is a gray state. So who knew when I'd be receiving sun again. I rolled down my window. I let my lungs inhale the fresh air of San Diego. You could smell the florals and the scents of freshly cut grass, along with the small hints of salty, ocean water. The wind danced with my coily curls. This would be a perfect moment for a music video. ***