[ Just outside the Bloodfang territories ]
Roanoke drove like his life depended on it. (technically, it did though).
The tires screeched against gravel as he swerved dangerously close to a tree, narrowly missing it as he pressed harder on the gas.
The Blackmoon territory shrank behind him at an alarming speed. His chest heaved, knuckles pale on the wheel, and sweat lined his temples despite the biting wind cutting through the open window.
He kept glancing at the rearview mirror..again, and again, and again…as if something or someone…might rise from the shadows and come after him.
Branches blurred past like skeletal arms, a few poles snapped into view and vanished just as fast.
But finally…he arrived at the destination.
Up ahead,parked like a sleek panther waiting in ambush,was the black car.Velor's car.
Roanoke's foot slammed the brakes, the vehicle skidding sideways in a cloud of dust and leaves before halting just a few feet away from the other car.
