#Chapter 244: Strike Team

Alexander I rode shotgun in Grayson’s SUV again, with Kayden and Cal in the backseat so the three of us could talk on the drive. Our vehicle headed the Cold Moon Pack’s ragtag fleet of miscellaneous vehicles that was once again couriering me and my guys to our next destination. This time, we were headed in a new direction. Cutting a straight line through right through the unpaved heart of the red desert, making a bee line for the sandstone canyon. We had piled into the vehicles a few minutes before sunrise and waited for it to break before turning the engines and leaving the safety of Grayson’s property. The sun came up with a fury on this side of the world, apparently. As soon as it forced its way up over the horizon, it blasted the barren world of the desert with urgent yellow heat. It might have been nearly winter back home, but not here. Here it was only the desert. Only impossibly bright, unfiltered sunlight that beat down upon red sand that seemed to stretch on into infinity,