We’re almost to Louisiana, but my hands want to steer north. It’s only a half day’s drive to Pennsylvania, to Wilding Springs. But it’s almost thirty more hours to Los Angeles. I’m insane, thinking I can do this on my own. I don’t even have to drive, I can just open my shields and call for Syd. She’ll be here in moments. But I can’t. She has her own Council to listen to, her own laws to follow, despite her insistence on autonomy. I won’t risk her family, or mine, not until I have the proof I need of Caine and his pack’s revenant status and, hopefully, a cure for Sage. He stirs beside me, sleeping through part of the drive, though restlessly. I’ve stopped him from clawing at his shoulder twice now, in his sleep, but he remained out cold so I let him stay that way. I’m tired, but I’ve endured worse. As soon as I find a place to pull over for food and a rest stop, I will. Maybe catch a few hours of sleep. But first, I need to replace the license plates on this car so we don’t get pulled over.
