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Charles breathed out heavily, he was losing patience with the teenager in front of him. His da had assigned him to teach the little coyote how to fix cars and how to drive.
Of his family, Charles had taken quickest to technology originally. He had taught Bran how to use a telephone—what a nightmare that had been—and explained the concept of anesthetic to the doctor Samuel—scary when you thought about it. Charles was about to really hate driving and he didn’t know it yet.
“You can’t just brake on a highway!” He growled. It had been decided that, if Mercedes Thompson wanted to be able to travel, she needed to learn how to drive on more than just Montana backroad or on a gravel path.
“There was a police car!” She started back at him.
“So you pull into the right lane!” He was moments away from asking her to pull over and let him out. He was done. He had lost all patience and his wolf was now fearing for his own safety in the vehicle, let alone Mercy’s.
“Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t know!”
“What do you mean you didn’t know? We’ve gone over that four times! We talked about it before I let you get on the ramp—“ He was trying not to yell, it’d only stress them both out further.
“I didn’t remember! It was scary!” She defended, pulling off the highway at their exit. “And there was a car in the right lane!”
“It’s Montana, the only car in the right lane was the police officer trying to get around you when you dead stopped from 60!” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mercy, do not try my patience right now, I am not my da.”
“No. He would have threatened to eat me by now.” She grumbled, turning the wheel to take a shortcut home that Charles had taught her. They were still a while away.
Eyes still closed, bridge of his nose still pinched, Charles tried not to smile.