Theo and Zagan were making decent time driving through the mountains on their way north when the old jeep sputtered to a stop and died.
"Shit," Zagan muttered under his breath, hopping out of the seat to pop the hood and take a look.
Theo followed him, looking around warily. They were on a remote mountain road with no signs of civilization anywhere close by. If they couldn't get this fixed on their own, it was going to bite into their time tremendously.
"I don't suppose you know much about cars?" Zagan grumbled, glancing at him.
Theo shook his head. "We don't have many cars on pack land, and the ones we do rarely get driven."
Zagan grunted. If they were not pressed for time to get back to the people they loved, this would almost be funny—a former vampire and a lycan staring at the open hood of a car, puzzling about how to fix it. But now it seemed like a cruel joke.
