“Where is she?”
“She’s in the backseat, Alpha Marcel. She fell asleep about an hour ago. I didn’t feel like it was my place to wake her.”
I looked away from the man who had been driving the vehicle in which Hera would have been transported, my eyes finding their way to the window of the back passenger seat. From this distance and angle, I wasn’t able to see much, but what I could see, was a small blob of hair that was sprayed out across the seat.
I didn’t bother waiting for him to explain any farther, or to tell me about his trip, or anything else that would have been customary after such a trip. I took off, closing the distance between myself and the back door in a matter of seconds, although I had walked. From here, I was able to see that it was indeed Hera in the backsea
