Aleksa POV
Mason stared into the rear-view mirror, looking at the car behind us. “I could be overreacting. We aren’t necessarily being followed, but we can’t take any chances,” Mason told us. “Just keep looking ahead, act normal, and let’s hope for the best.”
He kept driving the car at the same pace. We didn’t want to make it obvious that we knew we were being followed. It might have been a harmless passerby, but we needed to assume that it was someone from the pack following.
Mason told us we were less than thirty minutes away from the boundaries of the city, and that once we got within the city limits, he would try to lose whoever was following us. Assuming it was someone following us.
After some time, as we were driving around the city, the car that was originally behind us was now
