59. A Stiffening Stick
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus
Ragna
I couldn’t sleep. I first noticed it the first night I had my mate again in that motel. I was sated but I could still sleep, but no part of me wanted to, and the farther we went from the pack. The more I’m anxious to return.
The engine continued to rev and growled in the cold night. Dimor drove without sleeping as well, and I haven’t seen the two of them eat, which could only mean that they’ve been chugging on those potions again. Hunters often have potions and whatnot to enhance their abilities, or in this case, alleviate hunger. Hanzo on the other hand hasn’t moved from his seat.
His elbow propped on the door with his chi
