Someone had removed all but the first six rows of seats, leaving the rest of the space free for transporting creatures much more animal than human. Creatures no longer a part of our group. I swallowed a whine. Once on board, I walked directly to the farthest dark corner and curled into it. George and Wes boarded slowly, each carrying a groggy Werewolf. The girls had woken enough that the bond between us had returned, but they still weren’t very steady on their feet. Behind the last row of seats, Wes stopped and bent forward to lay Janie down, but George shook his head. “Back here, man,” George said. One by one, they each laid the girls down beside me. I cuddled up to them and laid my head on my paws. I looked up at Wes. In the grainy darkness filtered by sputtering yellow streetlights, I saw him work a muscle in his jaw as he stared down at me. Then he crouched beside me and laid a hand on the top of my head. “We’ll get them back,” he said. George echoed the sentiment through the bond.
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