CHAPTER 155: Wolves Don't Kneel

LYRA

We leave in broad daylight the next day, around afternoon. Jarek drives while I sit in the passenger's seat. The forest stretches far and wide on both sides as the trees blur. There's a slight drizzle outside, and I'm thankful we took a car rather than running in our wild forms.

"It might take a while," I tell him as we leave the territory of the pack.

"I know," he keeps driving straight ahea