9-Sara

Sara’s POV

Shay and Thomas look cozy in the front seat. I guess it’s my own fault, had I not broken Zek’s ankles he would have driven, and Thomas would be back here between Shay and I.

“That was impressive the way you jumped on my ankles like that, you are very fast,” Zek compliments me.

“Thank you. It’s nothing too impressive, it’s a common technique in Wolfterton. I guess you have different techniques here in the human realm,” I turn from the window to look at him. He seems nice and willing to talk to me.

“Yeah, that is not a move we use here. Do you think you could teach us?”

I smile, normally I’m the sister no one asks about training. That is Shay’s Lane. She is stronger, faster, and meaner than I am. She can kick some serious a**.

“I’d love to. We have to start with speed drills, then target jumping. It’s fun watching wolves try to jump on a small target.”

“I bet we have huge feet,” Zek said making a face and I of course laugh.

Thomas nearly runs off