Travelling by car was something Aria always hated. She was a werewolf, a creature born to run and hunt. She wasn’t meant to sit in a tin can with four wheels for nine hours. Short trips, Aria could handle. She will gladly drive her beauty to the supermarket and back, but nine hours was way over her limit.
‘Should’ve thought this through,’ she muttered. She paused in packing, a headache already forming behind her eyes.
‘The nightmare didn’t help either,’ Sapphire grumbled, and Aria growled in agreement. Her nightmares were few and far between, but they manage to sneak up on her when she least expects it. Sometimes they’re about her a***e, others about her r**e but recently, it’s about a dark void filled with screams. Aria couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but it was disturbing to experi
