The sun was setting in the sky as the wheels of the plane touched down on the runway. Helena could see the glow of the clouds, pink, orange and purple.
The flight hadn’t been too bad, they had taken a small flight from Bristol to London, then flown from London to Maine. There had been a little turbulence, but it all felt exciting to Helena. She had never flown anywhere before.
“I think I prefer the ground, its not natural for wolves to be in the air.” Adessa said firmly in her mind.
Helena grinned, and stood up to get her bag out of the overhead locker. They had traveled light, just a bag each that their wolves could carry when they were running. Dean had explained that they would be traveling to the North of the State, and passing into Canada. As the High Council had their Grand Lod
