Klaus’s POV
“If I doze off behind the wheel and hit a tree, I will haunt your ass for eternity Klaus. Why couldn’t we just spend the night and travel back to the head pack first thing in the morning?” asked Joseph while stifling a yawn.
We were on our way back home from visiting our last pack. It was almost midnight and the path we were driving through was barely visible in the poorly lit, uncemented dirt road.
“It’s just an hour and a half drive Joseph, I’ll keep you awake don’t worry” I said firmly.
“That still doesn’t answer my question. What’s the rush?” he asked curiously.
I sighed heavily. The rush was because of Ella. If I thought the three days before our wedding were torturous, I was so wrong. I wasn’t as attached to her then as I was now.
I wanted to return back to the head pack since the first night. Hell, I wanted to return the second we drove past the border.
I have no idea how I’m going to do this again next time.