Not long after, the witches began to fall into a fitful sleep, exhausted from a full day of herding monsters before the attacks, but unable to sleep comfortably inside the slow-moving truck. They could have stayed awake if they just used a spell, but Wolfe wasn't sure if they didn't know it, or if it just didn't interact well with their survival spell that they had to keep active at all times to supplement their diets.
That was going to be one of the big shocks when they got to Forest Grove. These witches didn't really know about real food, other than what they managed to sneak from the wild when they were working, as Wolfe had seen earlier that day.
He slowly drove through the grasslands of the Frozen wastes until dawn, barely covering a hundred of the six hundred kilometres home, but getting safely away from the threat of another group of mind controlled monsters.
