Sol could feel Viv's body in extreme stress. Her magic, her metabolism, and her mental state all blended into a fizzing static that hummed at the highest frequency a human – or magical beast – could tolerate. He wanted to console her on the ride over, but knew he had no right to consider the circumstances. What could he tell her that was true? Did he really know her parents would be OK? They tore through town without any regard to traffic signs. They were a good twenty minutes away from her house from the Shifter caves.
As the wheels squealed and tore through loose gravel coming on to the roads, he felt her energy seeping into the car they had piled into. Two more of their team came behind them with cars, but considering the way they had been tailed before, they had decided to have one person free to fend off attacks from law enforcement vehicles. One driver, one human canon, with the last car carrying an extra. Given Viv's state, she was the extra, and Sol was driving.