Amaris was already in the truck and buckling up. His question about the moose tranquilizers simply made her turn her head and stare at him, her tone dead pan. “I don’t know. I’ve never really felt the need to tranquilize my family. Now can we please get out of here?”<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but glance behind her to see if the two large burly men were coming down the fire escape. There was no sign of them which was good for the fugitives. If they could get some sort of head start, they might stand a chance. They should check in with his mother at some point, she thought, at least under the guise of checking in on Sofie.<br/><br/>The miles rolled by as they sat in silence. It was one thing to suggest turning him when they were basking in the after glow of a rousing roll in the hay. It was quite another to think about it while they were on the run. The consequences of her actions hit her like a brick to the face. A quiet little whimper slipped out even though she tried hard to hide it behind a cough. There would very likely be no turning back from this one. Like it or not, she was on her own or starting a new pack with Blake.<br/><br/>She finally glanced over, trying to read his expression. “Is there any way we can stop and get something to eat? I’m starving.” Her stomach chose that exact moment to stage a protest, grumbling quite loudly.