Chapter 277

“Yeah, but three thousand years? I’m sure even the strongest Botox will struggle with that timeline.” I point out, thinking back to Meadow finding an article about Botox and humans preserving their youth some months back. She was unimpressed with how vain she considered humans to be and the extreme measures they would take to fight the aging cycle. Easy to judge when wolves don’t age like that, and we stay healthy and youthful until we die. We reach adulthood, sort of around the looks of a thirty-year-old human when we get to that age, and then we stay that way. “Um, Meadow…. Luna Alora, um …. look.” Carmen draws our attention up into the sky over our heads with a pointed finger up at the windshield, and it’s hard not to miss. The unmistakable flock of large black birds flying level with us, at our speed, even if they are thirty feet above us. “That has to be a coincidence, right?” She murmurs and throws us a highly doubtful eyebrow raise that matches our falling expressions. “I don’t