Alec and I began to grow bored. The people on the bus were only interesting for so long. We hadn’t brought much with us to keep us occupied either. Our pack now contained only a gun, knife, a map that was for another region and therefore useless and a pad of paper.
I thought of playing our favorite game, Russian Roulette, but I didn’t think the other people on the bus would appreciate it. So I drew the knife and note pad and began to stag at the gaps between my fingers.
The Wolf girl in the seat opposite of us looked over, and her eyes grew wide. She was quick to look back out the window.
I was getting tired of that game, too, when someone called to me,