The heavy rain that had been pouring down finally began to ease. A few drops still tapped against the car roof, but the sky had started to reveal a hint of lighter gray.
The road they were on was still wet, reflecting the glow of the newly lit evening streetlights. The faint scent of wet earth mixed with fallen leaves drifted in through a crack in the window.
Donny kept his hands firmly on the wheel, focused, while Alaric sat in the backseat, leaning against the cold window. His breathing was slightly heavy, but his eyes no longer carried the same darkness as earlier.
The ride home was quiet, with only the sound of the engine and the wheels slicing through puddles. Occasionally, a cool breeze slipped in when Donny cracked the window open a little.
