I've been through some rough moments in my life. Living as an omega in a werewolf pack. Being hunted by my ex-boyfriend. Getting kidnapped by the Lycan King. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for the special hell that is road-tripping with four supernatural children.
We're only fifteen miles from our starting point, and I'm already contemplating diving out of the moving vehicle.
"I swear to all that is holy, if one more disaster happens, I'm going to lose my mind," I mutter, wiping baby vomit from my shirt with a disintegrating wet wipe.
Kael glances at me from the driver's seat, his expression hovering between amusement and concern. "It's only been two hours."
"Two hours?" I laugh hysterically. "It feels like two years."
