Chapter 31

• I had never seen a river like the Missouri, a river so dirty. Seeing the brown murkiness of it as we drove over on a large bridge I understood why it had been advertised as ‘The Big Muddy’. A trail of large black SUV’s followed after us, each packed to the brim with werewolves from the territories I passed through on the way here. We were headed to the only compound within Nebraska, Nebraska being one out of four states governed by the Lower Alpha Warren. From my understanding he usually stayed in Wyoming anyways. It was going to be a long drive, but a drive well worth it.
• “Ruslana,” Kanjax called lowly, gently shaking my shoulders.
• I blinked myself into awareness, having unknowingly fallen asleep. “Are we there yet?” I questioned groggily, squinting at a blurry Kanjax.