Chapter 14

• SKY
• Lamen is standing on the far side of the truck, his shadow stretching long under the dim streetlight. My brain is racing so fast that I don’t even think before leaping into the passenger seat. Not my brightest move, I’ll admit. Why do I always do reckless things? What did I even plan to do—drive the truck myself?
• The trucker stumbles back, his face pale, as the low, menacing growls of Lamen and his pack ripple through the air. He sniffs sharply, his voice cutting through the night.