Chapter 12
The next thing I heard was Patricia’s voice suggesting a pit stop. “We’re either gonna need a potty break or to break out the adult diapers.”
Straightening, I checked my watch then peered at the various Madisons and Noahs. (Yes, there had been two of the latter among the lucky lottery winners, along with drummer Jacob and an Emily.) We were due at Shamanic Journeys in an hour and a quarter, but Patricia was right. The students were all squirming uncomfortably.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Pick a spot where we can grab food and gas at the same time. Then everybody needs to be back on the van in ten minutes flat.”
I intended to scan my phone in search of restaurant offerings, but my wolf swiveled us around to peer back at the road we’d just traversed instead. Sure enough, Claw’s SUV rol
