Art POV
Interstate Rest Stop
We had covered a third of the distance to Moonglow Pack territory when we reached the most isolated rest stop I had been able to scout out on our route.
"Stop at this rest area. Pull into a parking space. Don't get out."
I knew the men following us worked for John Wright. I wasn't sure what their purpose was other than to annoy me and give me a grating headache as I tried to track them while also keeping up with our itinerary into enemy territory. They didn't appear to be much of a threat, but I was all too aware appearances could be deceiving.
After all, it hadn't been a bulky Alpha who had cursed me and brought me low.
I'd landed in my current circumstances courtesy of a tiny woman.
Magic came in all shapes and sizes. Who knew what the pair behind us
