Chapter Two: HucowThings actually go a lot easier once I realize there's not really much of an option for me. Tom f****d up and I'm left to deal with the aftermath, as usual. There aren't any options for me, really. Either I follow them willingly, or both me and Tom gets roughed up and then they capture us. It's not like we could win in a fight against werewolves. It's not just because of our shifter animals too. I've never been particularly strong and the only thing that my brother is good at is his ability to lose money.
It's a depressing thought. I fold my hands over my lap and stare out the window.
At least they aren't trying to make small talk.
"Don't think I've ever seen a hucow before," Carter says with his eyes on the road.
Was I thinking too loudly? Have I done something terri
