***The day of Wren’s departure from Wolfgrove***
Wren tries to stop her anxious movement, but every time she forcibly pulls herself back, somehow her fingers subconsciously end up finding the bottom of her skirt once again and pulling at the fabric, the further she gets from Wolfgrove the more devastated she feels, the closer she gets the genesis pack she gets the more nervous she becomes.
The cars that were travelling in a large pack slowly start to spread out and she just feels like they are falling further and further behind. The second last car is long gone, there isn’t even a speck of it on the horizon.
Wren can’t help but glance at the speedometer and then out at the speed signs lining the road, they are traveling at half the speed limit and there is something so ominous about th
