Yeah, that's what I thought.
"So, probably not then." I heaved a heavy breath. "So, Gunny is headed out that way. Have you or Lu had a chance to put out any feelers about Ajag's situation?"
"A few. Why?"
"Gunny mentioned that we should be low-key with anything we do. Once Ajag's name is mentioned along with anyone at the ranch, we can't pretend we don't know him anymore."
Ze'ev grunted. "Makes sense."
I'm glad something did because everything else was bat shit crazy.
"Call me with regular check-ups so I know you're alive."
"Yes, Alpha," I snorted.
It was weird having someone care if I lived or died.
Chapter Eight
~ Ajag ~
Someone was following us. I'd known it since we crossed the Oregon border into Idaho. I couldn't pinpoint any one specific vehicle, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being followed.
I just didn't feel any malicious intent.
That didn't mean that there wasn't any. Just that I wasn't feeling it. I mean, why else would someone follow us all the way from Idaho through Montana and Wyoming and then into Colorado?
If I could spot someone that looked suspicious, that would help, but I couldn't. No two cars looked the same for any length of time. I'd even taken to pulling off at different spots to lose whoever was behind us, but the feeling of being followed didn't go away.
I decided to change things up and have us stay at a campground instead of a motel. I doubted it would throw off whoever was following us because they seemed pretty determined to stay on our tail, but it would give me and Sy a chance to run through the woods.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Sy watching out the window. "Hey, little man. I thought we'd switch things up a little tonight and camp out. What do you think?"
"Hot dogs?"
Gross, but I nodded anyway. "We can do hot dogs."
"Marshmallows?"
"Them, too."
Sy raised both fists in the air and let out a happy little whoop noise. It was actually really great to see. Even though we were still on the run, Sy seemed to be coming out of his shell more and more each day.
Maybe it was because, while we were still on the run, we weren't desperate. We had a vehicle, supplies, and cash. We weren't hiding in the woods and avoiding people.
Well, most people. I still tended to keep to less populated areas if I could help it. We might be driving through Colorado, but I had no intention on driving through Denver or any of the other big cities in the state.
Back roads were great.
I did worry some that being in less populated areas would make us a bigger target. Not only did I need to worry about the wolf shifters out there, but humans, too. Not all of them were nice. My recent brush with those idiots at the ranch was a good case in point.
We stopped at a little market not far from the campground I'd found online and purchased the items Sy wanted. If there was any way to make this a fun trip for him instead of a nightmare I'd do it, even if it meant eating hot dogs.
Still gross.
We grabbed our groceries, loaded up, and headed for the campground. I'd found one that was kid friendly and not too big, hoping that there wouldn't be a lot of people there. It was also close to a river where I hoped to take Sy to play.
When we arrived at the campground, I purchased a spot as close to the woods as I could get. It was the farthest spot from the main buildings and entrance. It was also a bit away from other camping spots.
