Chapter 15

Welcome To Hoan Istane ut my riction in the mingine, not recognizing the girl in dient al me. She has straight blond ha that stops directly above her shoulders. Her lips are a bright redund plump.like a ripe fruit. Her checks have a temporary blush, and her makeup is done to perfection. The only thing recognizable was the deep blue eyes.

She has a shart body con dress that stops mid-thigh and is black in coler, the sleeves made in tiny straps with the neckline an inviting Vthat shows too much clewage. Siker pearl earrings are dangling from her ear and a gold choker necklace around her neck.

She looks nothing less to a hooker that is seen in dark streets at night, making money at an ungodly hour. But she was the perfect disguisemeaded to get out of here, and she came to life all thanks to Lana.

Sald Lana is holding a can of spray above me as I remain Seated on the wooden chair. It’s made of natural materials such as leaves, pine needles, and some others like that. I don’t know each element used to make it, but it helps to mask one’s scent from werewolves. Anyone who uses it just smells like dirt and earth to us.

Our room is in disarray as we hadn’t bothered to clean up while working and there’s a duffel bag on my bed with our clothes and other useful toiletries in there. We aren’t cheal to think about, and finals are not that farmy What I’m dane,” announet i puli danniha SpracaShe turns to state at me through the mirror, her yeparlamgin m ent. “Hey there, stranger. She w me while bite my lip in nevnu na “1 look like a slut!” I woice out.cringing at my appearance in the mirror.

She crosses her am over her chest and cits her head to the side. “Well, you said to make you look the opposite of you. And the opposite of you isn’t someone who has ‘I’m virgin’ written on their forehead.”

“I don’t have ima virpin’ witten en my lurehead.” I roll my eyes at her “Oh, rally? And when last wad ” shaved into anyol your holes?” She blatantly as shocking me at her choice of words. My mouth hand open and closes like a fish out of “Just as I thought. Never. So, embrace your slutty side because that’s what’s going to help you now. You don’t look or smell like yourself, and no one will recognize you.” She smoothens my blond hair wig “Even His Highness’ scent on you is gone.”

She pats my shoulder before walking to the closet so she could change into a new pair of denim shorts and top.

To be frank, she is right. The goal is to get out of campus and town without being noticed. My outlit calls formato witmelon but may not the kind i’m running from. Ruan probably has wrewolves, or Lycans watching my Hy he. That’s how he new I went to m nents house yesterday. So I had to get the men off my tail. They might have seen me walkinta the campus darmitory, but they won’t my le My scent has been masked, and even the little of Regan’s scane lingering on my body is wiped off with Lana’s spray. That’s why most students felt intimidated by me throughout today and couldn’t walk up to me. They could smell the intimidating scent of a Lycanome, no they alwys looked away in fear when I caught them staring and sometimes bure their muick open when I treat them to long “I don’t need this, but justitse.” Land also uprays herself before going to pick the duhel bag “Okay, anything else?” She asks while stand up to follow her towards the room door. Itake look once more around the room before closing the door behind me.

We head down the hallway, passing by some students who give me curious looks, but lignore them all. Lana’s car is parked in the parking lot. She’s a sophomore, so she‘s allowed to have her car in campus. I slid into the passenger’s Seat while she gets into the driver’s side.

“Buckle up. It’s going to be a long five-hour drive.” She arnaunch as the starts up the milion i lankaround to Hampus. I suddenly feel a dull ache in my heart at the thought af leaving Las Angeles, my home. Or maybe it’s the thought of wine Reagan.

i shake my head out of that thought and decide to relax into my seat. The time is 2:15 night now. And the weather is warm with the sun glaring down at us from above. Lana’s car is a convertible, but the wind blowing through our hair makes it all worth it. I never had a car as my parents couldn’t afford it, and I was terrible at saving. But I have been trying to, so at least before I graduate from college might be able to afford one.

I take out a pair of black sunglasses and put them on as I lean further into my seat. I stretch my hand out through the window.playfully gliding it through the air. Lana reaches for the radio and scrolls through the channels for her preferred music.

She stops when “Boyfriend’ by Selena Gomez comes on. I smile as she begins to sing along and moves with the beat.

Truthfully, I’m not surprised she’s on this trip with me.

Lana was the wild type that doesn’t like to stay in the same spot for too long. If she hadn’t come with me, she would have eventually traveled to somewhere else to visit one of those numerous boyfriends she has. She has the on and off thing with them, so when she leaves, they‘re free to go out with any girl they like Personally, I think the relationthip te be unhealthy, but who am I to tell her that Tvily wonder what Red Moon Pack mould Tibe. I’m excited.” She squeas as the song ends belone another bei “Don’t be too much. It’s not th e rtaining.” I mutter before turning my hand to my window side and closing my eyes behind the sunglass. I suddenly feel wakandi exhausted, like a part of me is being ripped away. This feeling is so different and only intensifies when I see the sign that W . “Now leaving. Los Angeles.’

We were at Bakersfield when I decided to take off my wig and move to the back seat. This way, I could change my outfit into somathing more appropnate and comfortable. I don’t think my aunt would like ting me dressed as a tramp. Reagan might have realized I was gone by now, I had told him my das would and by four, and it already is. Oh, he’ll be pissed.

Lexi might be pissed too, considering i left without telling her, and Reagan might blame her once more. But now’s not the time to feel guilty. I have come too far to go back now. Just a few more hours, and we’ll be in Oakland.

We bought lunch from a drive-through because it will be stupid to wait and eat in a restaurant. That would take time, and someone might recognize me as I don’t have my disguise on. Reagan would have alerted all werewolves in siz Why thairy queening my woll, but has been silent for a long time. I don’t know if that’s a good thing ara bad thing. She’s only quiet when she’s unhappy with me re you alright? You look like shit.” Lana voices out as shes me through the corneal her eyes..

I sigh as I watch the city pass by us before my eyes drop ence more to sleep. I can barely muscle as my strength drains out of my body. This agonizing feeling ko maybe even worse than when Brad had rejected me As a Werewolf, I’ve never been the weak before. It’s all new to me. Werewolves hardly sick. Whenever our human bodies incapacitated from any condition or we get any form of injury, our wolves quickly heal us, and we abruptly get back to mormal. It’s only if our wolves get weak, like when Brad rejected me that our health deteriorates with nothing to help us. Some Werewolves might even experience death in the process.

Wolf‘s band might also weaken our wolves and stop us from healing fast. Excess of it might even kill our wolves and us in the process. Hunters use it to capture werewolves that break laws governing the relationship between werewolves and human. Wielves who will humans ar abiluci tham will be hunted down and either imprimandoklad hy said hunt. And Wallbane is one oil popi e l used to wait and capture s o ld But right raw, li don’t have a hint wolf’s bane in my system. just this empty feeling inside of me, ating me from the inside out. I feelxxhausted and sick, wanting to throw up my lunch.

I’m shakan awake just then by Lan, and my eyes sna open to see the sun setting in the distance. The orange glow of the sky mixing with the blue as we drive pastres alter “Wake up, sleepyhead. I need directional Lana tells me as I stand up straight in my seat. The red seems Familiar, and I can recognize the daw marks on the trees we sawly Dass by. They’re meant as a means of warning for rogue werewolves or any other beasts net welcomed.

I direct Lana into a dirt road leading away from the highway. It’s silent here, and only the sound of crickets can be heard as we move further down the dirt tracks. I ask Lana for the time as it was getting very dark and my phone was switched off. I didn’t want Reagan to be able to track it, neither do I wish for my phone to be bombarded with calls and text messages demanding me to come back. I had already called my parents in the morning and chat with them for a little while. And as for my aunt, she doesn’t even know “He‘s most eight.” Lamb announces before fucking her mhome back in. Herd lights Illuminating the dark road lor with we die lurther into il diplorest. As I said before, Red Moon Pack is cut out from the rest of the world. They like living in isolation and don’t take intruders very kindly They also have why old customs and beliefs about how she-wolf is meant to only stay at home, cook, clean and take care of the kids. While the male makes decisions, hunt and protects both his pack and family.

We suddenly hear the sound of a wall’s howl, and soon, numerous others follow. From the corner of my eyes, I see Lana visibly shaking as she grips the steering wheel with her Eyes wide open in fright I’m sitting comfortably, though, not dazed by the sounds.

She looks to me, unsure, but regains her composure when she sees my calm expression, We then hear heavy and loud paws hitting the face of the earth beside us, in-between the trees, along with loud Snarls echoing through the night. I turn to see large but fast Werewolves, moving in the shadows and obviously trailing after us. I’m sure they could smell we have no scents, and the car comes to a wretching hal directly in front of the rült. His both barve in a smarl, and Lana jumps in light beside mat. She turns to me, and igle hera uring smile as she be hershmering tingen.

I hearother wärewolves beside us come to a halt, but loud howling sounds through the forest. The Alpha werewolf in front of us slowly saunters andund the car. Lana beside The schewing on her bottom lip and I look down at her lap to see her hands visibly shaking. Her face is pale and her eyes are wide open.

I stare at her in question, but she only shakes her head.

I don’t know why she seems so scared when I’ve told her we’ll be fine. These werewolves know me and just can’t recognize me now because of my masked scent. She should feel relaxed since I am. They’re not rague werewolves that will kill, and the fact that the Alpha with red eyes is present should convince her. I don’t know why, but I feel something else is wrong with her.

The big alpha werewolf comes to stand beside my side of the car, prowling lowly at us before his sharp eyes rest solely on me. I lean on the door of the convertible before lifting an eyebrow at him.

is that any way to greet a visitar, Alpha Jacet” iak with a teasing smile on my lips.

The were alics his head to the side, his guard lowers as he slowly recognizes me.

*Just here to visit my aunt, along with my friend.” I gesture to Lanah beside me, whe’s hiding her face away! ignore her agitate look to stare back at Alpha Jace. It’s funny because Lana is always the fearless one.

The Alpha leans his head further to the side to stare at Lana for a while. Maybe longer than necessary before Snapping his eyes back to me. He pauses before nodding for us to go on, and i nudge Lana to keep on driving Leaving behind the Alpha werewolf, still standing at his initial position and staring at us as we drive away, I finally turn to Lana in question “What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer yet, but her palm is visibly shaking on the staring wheel. I’m scared she might drive us into a She licks her lip but doesn’t say anything until we’ve left the werewolves further behind and crossed the border to Red Moon Pack.ican already see the lights from the packhouse ahead when she finally decides to talk “T...that Alpha werewol!” she stutters out.

“Alpha Jace?” I arch an evebrow at her. Even though it is Red Moon Pack. I can already see the lights from the packhouse ahead when she finally decides to talk.

“T...that Alpha werewolf...” she stutters out.

“Alpha Jace?” | arch an eyebrow at her. Even though it is small, I see her Adam apple bob as she swallows.

“L...I think he’s my mate, Ellie.”