Lana’s POV

The entire trip was spent in silence, awkward silence. The tension was so thick I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue. Drake was driving alarmingly fast as I watched the trees zip past us in a blur, hesitantly I reached over and touched his arm. He growled menacingly at me.

“Get your fucking hands off me”

“Drake, everything will be fine” I tell him when he suddenly rips the car to the side of the road, dust and dirt spraying everywhere. “Get out” Drake spits at me.

“What?”

“I said get out” He bellowed, fur was starting to spread up his arms and the...