Wolf Talker II

CH/16

He was right it was fast, which was nice I was just having a hard time getting over the pink everything. Sighing Matias is gunna have a field day when he sees me in this. Making a quick stop at the apartment and grabbing a few things I leave. Finding a gas station that’s slow and fill up before anyone I know see’s me.

    “32 hours and well be in Montana” Turning the car on and getting on the highway. I kept driving and if I got tired I would sleep at a truck stop. Not wanting to get out, I would go threw the drive thru for food and drinks. Starbucks and Wendy’s have become my friends. I was only about 11 hours into this drive and its already day two. Between filling up both the car and myself, I had to sleep. It was dark out when I hit the less then 10 hour mark. I got more excited when a large blue sign with a “Welcome to Montana” was flashing past me.
    “YES” Tapping on the steering wheel.

A large truck stop is where I pulled over and changed my clothes. They even had showers, which was nice. With my favorite pair of black Miss Me jeans on, and the black wolf shirt that Matias wanted to tare to pieces. I pull my jeans up so I can lace my knee high timberland boots. There just like construction boots only they are longer. Pushing the jeans back down I run a comb threw my slightly wet hair.

    The shower was no where near as good as the showers at Matias’s place, but beggars can’t be choosers. I had a general idea as to where Matias’s pack was located. And after some really good digging on my part I found a few things help narrow it down. Yes I snooped threw his desk, so shoot me. Walking out of the restroom area, I could only cringe looking at the damn pink blasphemy Sam dared call a car. Sighing I flipped my shade open and slipped them over my eyes.
    “Time to make some noise” Smirking. Tossing my bag into the passenger seat and hitting the gas. I was tired but my agrennella was pumping and I wouldn’t of been able to sleep if I wanted to. Following a long street, it soon stopped and became more of a dirt road.

    “Cause this doesn’t look like something a wolf pack would do” Shaking my head. Time to us all the knowledge of what my father taught me. I wasn’t just going to let his pack, meet me in some cheery fashion. No, that’s not how I Luna do things. I want to see where they are on the defense scale. With Matias saying there have been rogue attacks, I might as well see where there weaknesses are. Something father had said, many packs have. Find your packs weakness, and destroy it. Lets just hope I’m not to rusty.

    Hitting the gas and kicking up dust, I drove for what felt like forever, damn wolves and there long ass driveways. I swear I’m not shoveling this out when it snows. I passed I sign which I swore it said, “DANGER” great cause that’s not heartwarming. Slowing down, I could see two large gates. They were wide open and just screaming to be driven threw. A large house off to the side, with a long garage looking thing. A few smaller houses were around and a huge building to the back of the over sized house. That house was probably the pack house, and the building behind it the pack hall.

    “Damn someone’s got money” I didn’t really care, money can only buy you so much before your lonely and sad all over again. Well with a good deep breath I was going to go into what I was hoping was Matias’s packs property. Its not like I wasn’t giving them a warning I was coming….I mean I’m IN A PINK CAR! I growled thinking about, shaking my head and hitting the gas.
    Passing the gate and hitting a new type of road, felt like pea gravel. The closer I got the more I was noticing wolfs, well in human form. Five….no seven….nope ten. Okay so giver or take ten to fifteen were going to stand in my way. There was a round about so you could drop people off and drive around. I used this, making it so the drivers side door was closer to the pack house door. As I got closer I pulled on the E-brake and shut the car down. Pushing the door open before it came to a complete stop and yelled out a warning.