“Are you sure you don’t want me to sit with you for now. Company?” I hesitate and go as if to sit again, but Meadow shakes her head
“I need thinking time. Seeing him, hitting him with the truck… my head’s a mess. I want some space to process shit.” She furrows her brow over a saddened gaze and taps the wheel distractedly, shaking free some of the surging sadness that seems to climb up over her.
“It’s not him…. None of them are themselves right now. Don’t dwell. Stay focused and remember, none of them have any control of what’s happening.” I rub her shoulder again and take the hint to move, leaving her sitting in the driver seat while I go to the back and climb onto the other made-up bed.
Carmen is quiet but I can tell by her breathing she’s wide awake and staring at the truck wall. Her back to me, her posture stiff and unrelaxed despite laying down, and I feel for her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her as I settle myself on top of the blankets of this bed and lay down, relieved that these are pretty comfortable despite being medical trolleys.
“No, but does it matter?…. Life goes on. The world keeps turning. People die…. It’s the living that matter.” her response is low, shocking to me and almost bitter though she doesn’t turn to look at me at all.
“If you need to talk…” I start to try for compassion, the will of my Luna side taking hold to try and ease a pack member.
“I don’t. I need to sleep.” It’s a snapped final statement and she reinforces it by pulling the blanket over her head to shut me out and make it clear I need to leave her alone. Waves of iciness are thrown my way and I take the hint, slightly irritated by her brisk manner and can only exhale to calm my own turmoil.
“Okay then. Goodnight, I guess.” I try not to let her get to me but this whole situation is weird. In here, I’m no Luna when it comes to these two head butting stubborn femmes, and it feels like we are just three girls with old wounds on a road trip to try and make sense of everything that has ever come to us.
If only that were true.
The Road
It feels like it’s been days in this truck, and between napping, sitting to watch the scenery go by, and one fuel stop, nothing else has happened. Endless miles of road, strained moods, and a lot of boredom as we pensively fall silent in our own thoughts.
We had some odd looks from passing cars on the road and at the garage we stopped at. The military truck covered in rune symbols and carrying three obviously young-looking women seems to bring attention from humans… males to be exact. I guess given the fact that wolves, after turning, are physically attractive and I guess as close to perfection as we can get in the eyes of humans.
They are a strange species with absolutely no concept of boundaries. Meadow was so close to ripping one guys throat out who tried to feel her ass when she was paying for the gas, and I had to drag her away before he spotted the glowing ember eyes or the low growl emitting from her chest. She was about a millisecond away from turning feral and showing him how big her claws can get when riled.
Wolves are notorious for low levels of patience and hot tempers and it’s one of the many reasons we stay away from humans as much as possible. Other wolves can take the heat, the aggressive responses and don’t blink at turning wolf for a tussle.
Meadow is not a great fan of the human kind, any day of the week, and after our short interactions at one gas station, I can see why. Carmen on the other hand doesn’t seem to care either way. I know she spent far more time in the human world in the past, also given she’s part one, and she ignored the comments from passing vehicles when we opened the windows for air. I never knew cat calling women from your car was a thing. It certainly isn’t something wolves do, and I don’t see what they hoped to gain, other than a loss of blood. Human men are vile.
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