#Chapter 23 When Wolves Fly

Glenda’s POV A few days after the party, we headed to the airport. Instead of driving to a large complex, we were taken outside of the city what looked like a large parking lot. There was only one plane around. The car pulled up beside the stairs that led into the plane. Matt ushered me onto the plane and helped me strap in while an attendant brought up our luggage. He settled beside me though no one else boarded the plane. “Do you always fly like this?” He chuckled, “When I need to. Midnight is a bit too far to drive. Have you ever flown before?” It felt like a ridiculous question. When would I have needed to fly anywhere? My father had taken a flight somewhere when I was younger and came back swearing to never take another because of the turbulence and how terrifying it was. “Wolves aren’t made to fly,” I whispered looking out the window. “What?” “It’s… just something my Dad said once.” “Are you frightened?” Matt asked, “It’s safe, I promise… Much safer than A