Chapter 163

• Meadow’s a warrior, one of the best, and I am capable of so much, but neither of us wants to fight our own family. Our own mates. So, anything that shields us and stops us from having to interact physically is a must. We love all of them, and our sub-pack is among those who have been enchanted. We wouldn’t want to battle any of them, even if it came down to it, even if our lives depended on it. I couldn’t force myself to hurt a hair on a single wolf’s head who is lost out there.
• The plan is to drive fast and have me keep them back, keep them as far as I can, in the hopes they turn around and focus on circling the homestead once again while we drive off into the dust and head for the witch known as Leyanne. We need to get some distance and avoid all known wolf territory in case they have been turned. We don’t know how far this goes or how many are infected. This area is predominantly Santo, but there are smaller packs out there, especially in the wilds, and once we leave Arizona, we will have to figure it out as we go. Packs generally don’t intermingle, and there’s no love between different packs in our species. We are born territorial and get aggressive in defense of our spaces. I don’t expect warm greetings and hospitality if we find them untouched by the spell.
• We had sentinels pack the jeep with food and supplies to last a few days, even sleeping bags, and we aim to head for human territory by nightfall every day we are out there. The vampires aren’t attacking anywhere the humans are in a dense population. Staying hidden for their own safety and keeping this battle in the shadows between non-mortals. Vampires and wolves still fear the wrath of humans. They may be the vulnerable ones, but humans are capable of horrible things when they shine a light on the dark secrets of our kind. They outnumber us tenfold and have their ways of taking down our kind. Surprisingly, for a species who are physically weaker and lack gifts like ours.