LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
We keep paddling across the dark lake, the weight of our situation pressing down on us. Jason takes over the paddling, his strong strokes moving us quickly toward the distant shore.
As we get closer to the bank, I scan the tree line for any signs of being followed. So far, the night is calm, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against our canoe.
"Where do we go from here?" I whisper to Jason.
He furrows his brow, thinking through our choices. "We need to put as much distance as we can between us and the pack lands. The human town to the east has a train station. If we can slip in without being seen, we might make it to England like we planned."
I nod, glancing at Eden, who sits quietly between us, his golden scepter still tightly in his grip. His eyes are wide and alert.