We drove until the city lights of Seattle were just a faint glow in the rearview mirror.
With the cash from the safety deposit box, we ditched the rusted Honda at a used car lot and bought a sturdy, nondescript SUV. Black. Tinted windows. Reliable engine.
We also bought clothes, supplies, and formula. Real supplies, not just whatever we could scavenge.
By midnight, we were holed up in a cabin rental near the Olympic Peninsula. It was secluded, surrounded by dense rainforest. Perfect for hiding a wolf.
Inside, a fire crackled in the hearth. Leo was finally asleep in a proper travel crib we had bought.
Caleb sat at the wooden table, the leather diary open in front of him. A bottle of whiskey (bought with cash) stood next to it. He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world.
