Chapter 44

“I’m coming with you,” Galam stated, leaving no room for discussion. He gripped my hand and walked next to me as we followed Henry and Ron into the forest, towards Henry’s car. I simply shrugged, letting Galam tag along. Henry’s car was an old SUV with sunspots on its faded red paint. Jarred and Eli had inspected his car before heading back towards the pack house. Henry smiled before we all piled into the spacious Ford Bronco. Inside, a radio sat on the dashboard. The car’s radio was long gone. A pine scented air freshener hung from the rearview mirror. His seatbelts looked dangerously weak. I sat in the passenger seat, my right leg bouncing up and down. Sitting in Henry’s old SUV was beyond awkward. Henry thumped his fingers on the black steering wheel, humming to an old tune. I steadied my eyes on the gravel road in front of us while picking on the thread of the faded red seat covers. Ron sat quietly in the middle of Galam and Beau