Jealousy

Michael had been driving for hours, after taking over the wheel from Duncan. He had insisted on them not stopping, as he could not shake the sense of urgency that he had for them to keep moving. He had a very good guess that they were being followed, and until they shook off their pursuers and lost them, they would keep driving. He was not about to lead a bunch of blood-thirsty werewolves to where he lived and have them come to attack him in his home. He supposed that it was not a wise thing to head home just yet, but he needed the comfort of his bed, and the familiarity of his home, especially as he planned on selling it off and moving on soon. It was only when that sense of urgency left him that he parked the car and asked Duncan to come down too, so they could talk.

“So what’s the plan?” He asked Duncan, when the latter came over, a look of polite inquiry on his face.

“Plan?”

“You’ve had days to come up with a plan of how we’re going to kill that cowardly bastard who calls himsel