Chapter 45: 44. Uproar

Tiny flakes began to fall from the sky. Soon the speed at which they were descending increased and with a gesture, Greg lifted the control at the steering wheel. The windshield wiper chased away the water that appeared as the flakes melted in contact with the glass. The slight mechanical noise filled the cabin where, in shock, Connor had turned mouth gaped open towards Eden who had just spoken. A nervous laugh escaped his mouth.

"W-What are you saying? What kind of weird joke is it? "

Connor's fingers clenched around his smartphone, his fingers tightened around the device so that his knuckles had turned white. He turned to look at the road. Greg glanced in the center mirror and observed the expressions of the two werewolves. The doctor knew they were telling the truth and his hands squeezed the steering wheel.