“Fuck, we’re five hours from the hotel and even farther from the High Table.” Kade hissed under his breath, quickly shoving a handful of waters into our small cart.

If it weren’t for the weight of everything looming down on me, this moment would’ve been hilarious.

We had woken up completely naked, as all werewolves do when they shift back into human form. We had trudged through the woods for an hour before finding an actual paved road—with actual street signs. Hiking through the forest, completely naked—it’s not something I’d do again given the option. Half an hour later, we found the only full-functioning store in this little town.

Apart from the faded lettering, “Mini Mart” on the sign at the front of the parking lot, there was no other indicator of what this place might be. I was expecting a gas station, but was surprised to see people emerging from the store with carts full of groceries and ot