Damon's POV
As I started driving, I glanced back through the mirror. While moving my hand on the steering wheel, I saw that group of wolves running behind the ambulance.
Man, are they planning to chase us all the way to the airport?
I was driving as fast as I could, but those bastards were racing alongside the vehicle now. Damn, I wish they'd trip on their own legs while running. That would be hilarious if it happened. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.
"Damon, what are you thinking about? There's a creepy smirk on your lips... Wait, don't tell me you're planning to jump out of the ambulance to save us! No, I won't let you do this!"
Theron and his drama.
One hand on his forehead, eyes dramatically closed, and his head tilted back like he was in some tragic scene.
And what the hell was I even thinking about those wolves?
I swear, living with Kael is starting to mess with me.
People say we pick up bad habits easily, and yeah—I believe that now.
