The Right Place?!?
Raphael drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the SUV he was driving. He couldn't remember the last time he had driven a car… it had to have been a couple of years now—but it was a novel feeling.
"Are you okay, alpha?" asked one of the female enforces from his pack. She was sitting in the passenger seat beside him while three unknown wolves sat behind him.
It annoyed his wolf to know end, being in a car with a bunch of females, their scents assaulting his nose. But they really didn't have enough vehicles for everyone, let alone enough drivers.
The head car, the one with Damien in it, was the only one with a female who knew where she was going. The rest of them followed behind it like lemmings being led to their deaths.
'Drama Queen,' snorted his wolf. The giant white wolf was resting on his stomach, his massive head on his paws as he kept his eyes closed.