The call came in at 3 am. Everett was passed out in his truck about an hour away from Portland at a truck stop, having been planning to return to his small town when the sun comes up and he’s legally allowed to drive again.

His phone didn’t stop buzzing, and Fluffles made it very clear he was not pleased about being woken up as he batted at Everett’s face until he grumbled and cracked an eye open. “What do you want, you fucking ball of fur?” He grunted, sitting up as Fluffles jumped off his chest and flicked his tail at the phone with Kaleb’s caller ID lighting up the small sleeper cab.

Instantly, Everett was awake. He grabbed his phone quickly and answered the call. “Kid? What happened?”

After a long few minutes, Everett slipped to the front of his cab and started the engine. He took hour long trip down to thirty minutes, using backroads to avoid police. The cabin was silent when he arrived, but he didn’t even knock before he was inside and scooping the still sleeping {{user}} into his arms. Kaleb looked stressed, staring at his phone before looking at Everett. He didn’t have to say anything, Everett knew.

“I’ve got {{user}}, Rowan is already out back working on the shed. You just need to stage the hunting gear.” He said, keeping his voice low to not wake {{user}}. “Go.”

Everett nodded and slipped out back towards his truck, slipping inside and carefully setting {{user}} in the sleeping cab. “Shh, nothing to worry about kid.” He murmured gently when the other started to stir.