The sun had just started to peak over the horizon as we pulled up to a motel in the middle of nowhere. I was utterly exhausted, which must have been obvious with my awful driving. Regardless, every hotel I suggested along the way got me a growl from Nathan.
Finally, after three hours of driving, Nathan reluctantly agreed to a hotel. I wasn't sure if it was because he actually thought it was safe or if he was starting to feel sorry or me.
I pulled the grumbling machine up to the front of the hotel and cut the engine. I pushed Nathan into the backseat during the ride, overcrowded with his massive size spilling into the driver's seat. I reached back in the glove box for search of some means of paying and saw a small pile of money. Not a lot, but if spent rig
I woke with a start, bolting up in bed. I saw motion in my peripheral vision and cowered into a headboard behind me, ready for an attack. Nathan stood, in wolf form, in the middle of the bed, taking up most of the space. The mattress was sunk in heavily under his massive weight, struggling to keep this horse up. I let out a loud, unstable breath. It sounded more like a gurgled cry, and it was then I noticed the moisture on my cheeks. I raised my hands, angrily swiping at the unwelcome tears. Nathan watched me warily, as if I would break down any moment now. I let myself believe I was stronger than that and stared back at Nathan, defying his unspoken statement.
I still remember the last time I saw my mother. I was eleven, just entered middle school. I laid in bed that night, unable to sleep when I heard the shouting. Mom and dad were arguing again. It seemed to happen quite a bit around that time. Lucy and Shawn were just born, and I loved sneaking in to watch them sleep. I was overjoyed to have a sister in this house of boys. I pictured us doing all the things I was deprived of as a kid and couldn't wait until she was old enough to do her nails. Having nothing else to do at such a late hour, I crawled silently out of bed and crept down the hall from Mom and Dad’s aggressive voices to my siblings’ room. Liam and Jonatha
I sat idly on the hard mattress, staring down at my thumbs, trying to process everything that was going on. I have never felt so overwhelmed in my life, but at the same time, I felt as though my life was starting to piece together. Gosh, even my feelings were jumbled up. I felt the mattress sink as Nathan’s massive size jumped up on the bed. Although I offered him clothes, he refused to change back into human form. His huge, dark wolf blended into the darkness of the room. The sun had almost fallen down; it was barely peeking over the plain, plunging the world into darkness at only six o'clock. He scooted closer up the bed to me and rested his large head on my thigh. I
The second I stepped out of the room, I felt paranoid. All this action hasn't been good for my nerves, and now that we were technically fugitives, I felt even more worried than normal. I all but ran over to the car and threw in the bag before opening the back door and letting Nathan in. I yanked open my own door and twisted the key in the ignition, sighing in relief as it rumbled to life. Pressing down on the gas, I swerved out of the parking lot and pulled back on the highway. “You could have changed to at least help me with the driving,” I mumbled, frustrated at his adamant disagreement with changing back to human form.
I reached the pump and popped the cap off the side and lifted the pump. The numbers on the machine were still from the last purchase and I waited patiently for the man in the station to add my money to the pump. I would stay here all night if it meant I didn't have to go back in to see those guys. I tapped my foot on the ground, waiting for the numbers to reset, but nothing happened. I looked over at the backseat at Nathan and he looked back at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to go back in there. I sighed and placed the heavy pump down before turning to go back into the small building. I w
Without another thought, he leaped in the air and aimed for AJ's throat. He shoved him behind the bag that fell to the floor and gurgled screams died instantly. Micah's face paled as he watched Nathan tear into AJ, still ripping his flesh apart. He stumbled for a second before bolting for the door, all his prospects from before long forgotten. I raised the gun quickly, afraid he was going to get away. “Stop!” I yelled, fully aware he wasn't going to comply if it meant getting attacked by a rabid wolf. I lifted my gun and aimed it for his back, watching his long, blonde hair fly behind him in his hurry.
“Turn back!” I screeched at Nina from where I sat and lurched from the cushion under me. I had to get that map. I couldn’t get to Jonathan without that. And there was no way I was just not going to see him. “What, are you crazy? You’re lucky we got out of there with you in the car!” Nathan growled lightly from next to me, probably not liking the idea of leaving me behind. I understood, I felt the same way about him.
I plopped onto the furthest mattress and took off my shoes, making it obvious I wasn’t going anywhere for a while. Nathan growled at the way I easily let my guard down around someone who was still technically a stranger, and I found it comforting he was as hesitant to trust her as much as I was. But he had enough paranoia for the both of us at the moment. Maybe it was something about the caged animal, but Nathan did not like being put in a small room with someone untrustworthy. Nina took the other bed and did the same to her shoes. She hauled her own backpack on the bed and reached inside. Nathan growled again at her actions,