Conner
It was going to be a long drive with his wolf ticked off at him, and for more than one reason, it seemed. The bloody beast wouldn’t sit still inside of his mind for the first few hours of the drive out to Seattle.
Atlas was very unhappy with him, even more so, when he pulled over to refuel and decided that he and Adam should get dinner as well. Atlas nearly went ballistic inside his mind, at stopping. For with every minute they were stopped off for anything, the time for the moon setting and their window to scent Eliza out was ticking away, and his wolf knew it.
In the end, Conner snapped at his own wolf, that it was more or less his own bloody fault, that if he had not receded so far away, that he didn’t know what was going on around him. Which left Conner in complete control of
