As I walked out of the living room, down the small hall way, and stepped outside, I saw a number of unfamiliar cars parked outside. There were pick-up trucks, sedans, and a couple of other cars I had no idea what to call them littered the front yard. Tate’s deep black matte monstrosity of a car still stood out among them, same as Phink’s blue baby which shone brightly against the heat of the sun. Its glossy finish seemed to wink at me as if telling me to keep going.
Breathing in, every sort of scent mixed with the taste of the wild filled the air. And something else, I thought. Briefly, I closed my eyes and breathed in again, identifying what it was that tasted different from what it usually smelled like when wolves gathered around each other. It smelled of deep forestation, the scent ear
