#Chapter155
Deacon
The first truck veers left and skids to a halt, obviously not expecting the welcome party out front and maneuvers an emergency divert, and the second slams on the breaks immediately, sliding on the gravel an extra few feet dramatically, stops dead in the entranceway, blocking it off in a mist of scrambled dust.
There's a moment of pause as no one moves, and the sound of the humming trucks is the only noise ringing heavily through the eerie quiet. The distant whoop, whoop, of wolves coming from behind alert the presence of our own sub pack returning behind them, and they seem to be in joyful spirits at trapping these bugs in their web, from all sides. It's as though everyone holds their breath, and waits for someone else to make the first move, and Colton becomes stealthily still, completely trained on the first truck as he hones in on the driver seat through the side mirror, his low growl vibrates through my stomach.
