A rocky road

RACHEL'S POV

I fidgeted with my fingers, biting my lower lip, dread forming in my stomach as the memories of my last visit to Mom's flashed through my mind. Nothing good ever happens whenever I visit home; it's one of the reasons I left to begin with. I might be stuck in a dead-end job, struggling to pay my rent every month, but that still beats staying under the same roof with mom. 

A sigh parted my lips. Well, from the way things are going, I might no longer have to bother about my rent any more. I guess that's one good thing about becoming Luna to Devon's pack: I can focus all my energy on dad's killers. No more lousy waitress jobs to distract me. That's if I see the time too; who knows just how demanding it would be to be a Luna? Well, just how difficult could it be? It would sure as hell be easier than tending to customers at the bar every day. 

Devon chuckled, stealing a glimpse at me then darting his eyes back to the road. Focusing on his driving.