Chapter 47

I stared at the passing pine trees in anticipation, my chin leaning heavily against the palms of my hands as the growing foliage whizzed by. Twelve hours had passed since we'd left the house, the convoy consisting of three cars; each containing a minimum of two wolves. Charles was leading the way as always, Joel riding shot-gun with another member in the backseat. Mia and I were in the middle, and considering my can-do attitude-- no one else had sat with us. Followed up with a third car carrying three more members and we were practically a travelling circus. We'd been stopping every so often so people had breaks driving, switching seats to insure that no one fell asleep at the wheel. Not that I was much help in that department anyway, considering my busted leg and all; I was about as useful as a chocolate tea-pot. We'd first started off with Charles and I alone in a car, however I think my eight hour silent treatment finally got to him as he asked Mia to take