The dark side of the world now illuminated by the moon was drowned in chaos, as Piet drove the pickup hastily down to the States all around them it was obvious nothing is in place.
Cars stood still in the middle of the road where people who are calmly human sat listening to Alteltiella's song.
Then on the outskirts werewolves who always kept themselves in hiding was forced to heed the call of the Hunters moon song and attack without choice.
Blair sat with her eyes closed and a hand open, she ordered her wolves of shadow to run alongside the vehicle and set off to intercept any werewolf that came close enough.
All the way down from Alaska, the night stretched on, through Canada, still the wolves attacked.
At a gas station the refill was done free of charge, no human standing there was in any state to assist with payment, they didn't have time to try pay anyway.
