Lya
I sat in the passenger seat of Trevor’s Lincoln. I was curled up small, staring out the window. Every time he tried to get me to talk, I stayed silent. Really, I had probably told him too much. I just needed to get out and away from here.
Trevor insisted there were others like me. I had a hard time believing it. He wanted to take me to what he called a pack. They could help me, get me acclimated and adjusted to the life I was supposed to have. That wasn’t going to happen. There was no way something like me was supposed to have a life.
“Are you like- like me?” I asked after a good half hour of silence.
“Yes,” he said with a laugh. “I am. It’s how I kept an eye on you the past couple weeks.”
“You what?” I asked, shocked.
“C’mon, Lya,” he chided. “I knew something was wrong. Do you remember a couple weeks ago when you stayed late at the bar, actually got drunk, and then crashed at my place? I knew something was wrong.” He gave me a sideways glance, quickly reverting his eyes to the road.
I stared out the window. “I didn’t think I was that obvious,” I mumbled. I had worked so hard to stay distant. The extent of my knowledge of social interaction was mostly from people watching, and from my understanding, getting drunk and staying over at a friend’s place wasn’t unheard of.
I had even stayed arm’s length from Ted about most things. We had pretty much just been pen pals for over a year, and it was easy to filter out the scary bits. I knew it was too good to be true when he decided to propose and move up here.
He shook his head, a wry smile across his face. “People don’t get engaged one day and refuse to go home the next. I may not be human and our relationships work different, but I do know that.”
“How so?” I asked.
Trevor laughed. One of my favorite things about him had always been his ability to laugh at anything. It made me smile. I wondered if that’s what people were just supposed to be like.
“What was your life like?” I blurted out, not even realizing I had asked what I was thinking.
“Oh, it was great.” The smile that lingered from the laughter became nostalgic. “The pack is just like one big family. A family of a few thousand, but you get the point.”
“How do a few thousand people hide from all of West River?” I asked. Curiosity was getting the better of me.
Trevor shrugged. “It’s one of the larger packs. We’ve more or less built up our own self sufficient town so there’s no real reason to leave, and no big reason for others to come in. You’ll see.” It sounded like a cult, if you ask me.
“Why aren’t you still there?” I asked.
“I’m uh… I’m looking for something.”
“If a pack is so great, why couldn’t you find it there?”
“Well life would just be too easy if everything was always at your fingertips, wouldn’t it?” he chuckled.
The car dipped down a steep hill, heading down toward the Missouri River. Trevor pulled off into a gas station. “We’ll stop here for gas before we head into no man’s land.”
I hopped out of the passenger’s seat, grabbing my bag. Trevor looked at me quizzically.
“I just need to go to the bathroom.”
He nodded. I definitely didn’t want to be a part of a society where I needed permission to go to the bathroom.
I rushed into the gas station, immediately looking for alternative exits.
Bingo.
Right next to the bathrooms, was the entrance to the stock rooms. There’s always another exit in there. I glanced around, and no security cameras in sight. Not exactly uncommon for a place in as small a town as this.
I slipped to the back of the store and into the stockroom, quickly finding the exit and taking off. These places really needed to get better about their security. Nobody should be able to pull a stunt like that, just traipsing through employees only areas and leaving out a back door. That escape was too easy. Now hopefully Trevor didn’t notice for a while. I just needed enough time to create some distance.
Growing up, running was my escape. It was something I had never given up, even once I figured out I couldn’t run away from myself. It’s so easy to get lost in the monotony of the pounding tempo, and people rarely question your reason for running. It’s good for you, right? I knew I could run for miles, and I was fast. Give me an hour and a half, and I’d be ten miles away from here.
I felt the resident in my brain stir. Why do you have to be so dumb. It wasn’t a question. So I didn’t bother with a response.
Of all the places in South Dakota to stop, this was a great one. The hills around the river would at least provide a little bit to hide me from watching eyes. My feet pounded down against the earth, carrying me one step further away with each stride.
'But you don’t even know what you’re running from.'
I decided to stick to the hills instead of running east or west to get out of them. The Missouri was a bigger river, meaning a more hilly area surrounding it. Besides, the hills were coverage. I had heard countless times that South Dakota was one of the only states where you could watch your dog run away for five miles before jumping in the truck to follow it - I didn’t want to be that dog. If they wanted to find me, it was going to be work for them.'If you would just let me in, I could show you it won’t be.'
I shook the bracelet around my wrist, hoping the silver bashing against my skin would shut her up and send her away again.Her. It didn’t deserve identification and personification. It wasn’t a her. It certainly wasn’t part of me. And I wasn’t going to give it the power to fuck things up even more.
My pace slowed, the terrain taking more out of me than I expected. I couldn’t afford to trip or get hurt. Better to go slow and steady and just continue making forward progress.
Oliver I hadn’t even been thinking twice before answering phone calls today. Already, I had sent out my best three scouts to check out the area surrounding the girl’s former home. I had an analyst digging up what he could about the hunter family she was enmeshed with, and had calls out to packs anywhere within 500 miles asking about hunter activity. So far, the consensus had been that hunters had been quiet recently, almost worryingly so. There were only a few primary factions of hunters throughout the country. They tended to work together, forming their own pack of sorts. It was usually a side gig for them while they maintained otherwise normal lives as well. Years ago, they tried to make noise about the things that went bump in the night humans should be scared of, but they were quickly written off as mentally unhinged. That served us well, resulting in a large number of our threats being locked away and dubbed insane. In a roundabout way, it also secured the idea that we were j
Lya I sat down on the embankment overlooking the river. The sun was high in the sky, and I had probably been making steady progress for a good four hours, maybe more. I peeled off my sweatshirt and spent a minute just enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin. The now melted snow had engorged the river, and the high waters rushed by. Off in the distance, I could hear four wheelers. The thought that someone else was at least enjoying the first tastes of summer brought a sad smile to my face. I’d have to remember this place, and maybe come back someday. There hadn’t been much about this state that I had liked, but this place was akin to my little sanctuary. Just a lot bigger, and no trees. A lot of people had told me that I would enjoy the Black Hills, and they would remind me of the Appalachian Mountains in New England. I highly doubted it, though. Nothing could ever compare to those. I sat and thought about what to do now. Choices were exceptionally limited. I didn’t have any mod
Oliver I pulled into the gas station parking lot, next to Trevor’s car. Rose was standing with him, leaning against the trunk. They were somber. I was sure Trevor had filled her in on the recent happenings. Rose had already gotten the rundown of who Lya was, why things needed to be followed up, but I don’t think she expected the girl to truly be as resistant to everything as she was. “Any leads?” I asked while getting out of the car. “North, along the river,” Trevor said. “I made it a good three or four miles, but turned back when Rose got here.” I nodded. “Let’s go. Get out of town and then we will shift. It’ll be faster that way.” They were quick to follow, and soon enough, we were shucking our clothes and shifting. Wolves tended to mimic the appearance of their human counterparts, resulting in some very interesting wolf colors. We can’t gain or lose weight when we shift, so our wolf weight corresponds with the human weight. Adair was on the small side for an Alpha wol
Lya 'Hey,' a voice echoed through my head. I ignored it. Everything was so dark and disjointed. I had no perception of what was going on. 'Hey,' it repeated. It was a feminine voice. Flowy and soft, but also demanding respect and to be heard. 'What?' My own was groggy and cracked. 'A thank you is in order,' she said. 'And why would I do that?' 'For taking over and protecting your ass when you would never return the favor,' she scoffed. I had no idea what was going on. I felt completely out of my own body. That feeling intensified as images from the past started to come into focus. 'It doesn’t have to be this way,' she whispered softly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat in my old childhood bedroom. It must have been late, because the curtains were drawn and a lamp was on. I looked on at a younger version of myself, smiling and giggling to herself. I remembered this night, this conversation. I had just turned 15 two months ago, and
Oliver I walked down a footpath leading away from the back of the packhouse. I had my head down, looking at my feet. This path wasn’t anywhere near as worn as it should have been. I wasn’t making my way out this direction enough. I felt guilty at that thought. I couldn’t really claim it was because of how busy things were with the pack; we had had peace for so long, and the hierarchy operated like a well oiled machine. I could take a couple hours to pay this particular Elder a visit more often. She lived alone now, her mate dying five years previously from the slow decline of heartbreak, after their son had passed. I often wondered how the death of their only child and the death of her mate didn’t take her, too. Her mental fortitude was one of the things that garnered her a place as an elder. I came up to her cottage. It sat about a mile away from the packhouse, a few hundred yards inside the forest that surrounded the town, but still well within our territory borders. She defi
Lya My eyelids were heavy, and it was a monumental effort to just crack them open. I was surrounded by white, and everything smelled sterile. I tried to shift positions, but searing pain ran through me. I gasped. “Hey, take it easy, kiddo,” a familiar voice said from the corner of the room. I turned my head to look at him. Trevor gave me a half smile. “You certainly do like making a scene, don’t you?” “I’m sorry,” I croaked. He reached over and handed me a cup of water from the bedside table. “Had to expect something like that with the bombshell I dropped on you,” he muttered. “Where are we?” I asked. He looked at me with a sad expression. “You are in a hospital. My first aid knowledge doesn’t quite cover bullet holes.” I gulped. I guess I wasn’t in any condition to run. When they found out about Ted, it’d be really easy to just waltz up and arrest me. Or maybe it would be really easy to suggest he shot me and I killed him in self defense. I breathed out. I had a defense, at
OliverSomeone knocked on my office door. I looked over at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it was already a little after noon. I closed the book, careful to only touch the cloth surrounding it, and shoved it to the side of my desk. “Come in,” I called. The door swung open. Dr. Whitledge bowed his head as he walked in and stood in front of my desk. “Go ahead and sit, Dr. Whitledge.” He sat, still not saying anything. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him. “So,” I said, breaking the silence. “So…” his voice trailed off. “Would you be able to do me a favor?” I asked. He nodded. “Could we do a DNA test on Lya?” I asked. “I have questions about her parentage.” I motioned to the book beside me. “As do I,” he said. “I really thought she must be a part bred that didn’t inherit a wolf, but signs point to otherwise, yes?” I nodded slowly. “She does have a wolf.” “Then why isn’t she healing appropriately?” he asked. “That’s a long story.” I leaned forward, placing
Lia The swarm of visitors was a little overwhelming, even if it stemmed from good intentions. I wondered if my room had been a revolving door of people when I was asleep also. I looked over to the man in the chair by the bed. Mountain man was an accurate description for the pack alpha. Even down to the flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, Oliver was a lumbersexual’s wet dream. He had messy jet black hair that curled at the ends, and a beard that looked like it had been forgotten about for at least a few days. His dark chocolate eyes never left me. 'We should keep this one around,' the voice purred. I scoffed at her comment. “Is there anything I can do to make staying here a bit more comfortable?” he asked. I shook my head. “Unless there’s a way to blow this popsicle stand before Thursday or Friday,” I said.“What, don't you like hospitals?” he smirked. “Who does?” I snorted. “You know, a good way to avoid them is to not get shot.” He gave me a pointed look, but the smile stil