We were in public, so none of the guys was able to shift. But as we drove on the road, I could see Wolves running on the sides of the car—but they were in the area that was covered by trees.
"I don't think this is a good idea," Jake said, his voice sounding strained.
"It's not. I'm just driving with you until you reach the end of the town. Then I'm getting out, and you can be on your way. They won't follow you," I told him.
"Oh, I'm sure following me isn't what they are interested in," Jake said, pressing more on the gas.
We were already hitting 90 in an area that said 45. I wasn't exactly worried about how fast we were going, but by the fact that the faster we went, the closer all of them seemed to get to us.
A sleek white sports car suddenly appeared behind us. After a closer look a
