Seriously, it’s what, late fall, early winter? Put on some damn pants.
Veronica rolled down the truck’s passenger window. “What?” she grumbled. “I was having almost two wolves inside me. What is it?”
“The road!” Maeve cried. “It’s gone!”
“What? Holy shit. Who moved the road?” Veronica climbed out of the truck, tugging a long pink t-shirt over herself.
Bev snuffled out of the window, pulling the night air into her mostly-wolf muzzle. “The road’s not gone—we are,” she said. “We’re somewhere else, some forest somewhere.”
“How? We’d have noticed!” Veronica protested. “Well, Maeve would have noticed.”
“What could move a whole truck without, I don’t know, jostling it?”
“I could,” said a voice, seemingly from everywhere.
“Rark rark!” Bev barked into the night. “ohmygod so embarrassing everyone forget I did that.”
“Who are you?” Veronica yelled. “What do you want?”
There was no response.
“Annnd now we’re being ghosted by a haunted forest,” Veronica groused. “Whatever will Scooby and the gang say.”
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