Never Yours, Wolfboy

Chapter Two: The wolves might get ya

My Dad drove an old, rusted out, Ford truck. by no means were we well off, and I don't think we could even be considered to be a middle income family. This, I assumed, was mostly attributed to us moving around so much.

Still the rattle of the truck wasn't comforting as we passed cars on the highway well on our way to our destination. We had just passed the border about an hour and a half ago and the rattle continued to grow louder as we passed through Toronto. We were just now entering Peterborough and I was beginning to think the old geezer wasn't going to make it for the six hour drive still ahead of us.

I looked over to my dad, seeing his head bobbing to the Shania Twain song blasting through the radio and hearing his jaw making a 'popping' sound every time it closed down on the piece of fruity gum in his mouth.

A sigh slipped through my mouth and I laid my head back on the head rest. It was probably nothing.

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"Fuck," I heard the curse word fly out of my Dads mouth as the truck starting making a chugging noise and we slowly started drifting to the side of the road. A few seconds later the chugging stopped and the only thing that could be heard was the chirping of the crickets and the howl of the owl deep in the forest.

I sat up in my seat, rubbing my eyes to relieve itself of the crispies that had made a home on the creases of my eyelids.

I glanced over at my Dad to see him holding up his phone in an attempt to try and find a signal. I pulled my own phone out of the place it had been tucked away between my outer thigh and the leather bench of the truck.

'No Signal' could be read on the top bar and with that a ton of rocks settled itself in the pit of my stomach.

My Dad was never one to waste time and wallow over the difficulties of life so it didn't surprise me that the next thing he did was open the glove box in front of me, grab a flashlight, and jump out of the truck, going around to the hood. Lifting it up he blocked my view.

"Hey, Jill! Get your ass out here, I need you to hold the flashlight."

Shaking my head I opened the door and jumped out, slipping my phone into my back pocket and going around to the front to shine the flashlight down into the engine.

My Dad was checking something in the engine, fiddling around. Honestly it all looked like a big mess of parts smooched together and I could barely begin to understand anything about it, and I didn't need to because suddenly there were two headlights blinding me.

My hand flew up to block the lights right away, enabling me to see a large figure jump out of a truck and move towards us.

"You guys alright over there?" a baritone voice questioned.

"Just having some engine issues," My Dad answered in a light tone. I felt him move away from the truck slightly, and noticed the pocket knife normally kept in his pocket was resting lightly in his hand. The blade wasn't out but he was prepared.

There were some strange people out there and despite my Dad's easy demeanor there was no way he was going to ignore the possibility that a guy driving down a lone highway in the middle of the forest after midnight could be dangerous.

I was closer to the man walking towards us so I took a step back until I was standing beside my Dad.

"Anything I can help with? It's not the greatest idea to stayed camped out here for too long, the wolves might get ya," the guy let out a big laugh as he finally came to about five feet away from us.