Chapter 324
Chapter 324
Blair
My lungs burn like they never had before. Being human like was hard. Even at a slow pace, I could barely run for more than a few minutes at a time.
Every step had intense pain tightening around my legs, forcing me to stop, along with the weird pain just off to the side of my stomach that seems to appear every time I’m out of breath.
I definitely took my abilities as a Lycan for granted.
Pausing against a lone tree. I take a few deep breaths, I was grateful for the drip bags, but I was dying of thirst. Cooper must have lied about the drip feed being everything we need.
I cast a glance over the field. The sun was starting to set and I had no idea where I was. I had stuck to fields and wooded areas rather than roads. But I hadn’t seen any other of the escapees either.
I could slow down, but every hour that passes means I’m running out of time. I only had the full bag left and the partial one attached to my arm. I needed to find a Witch.
Going into a town seemed to be my only option. an option that I didn’t want.
I start walking as quickly as I can. Though I’m pretty sure it’s the equivalent of me running when I first left the prison. It doesn’t seem like I’m getting anywhere fast.
Relief floods through me when I spot a farmhouse, and more importantly, clothes on a washing line. Anything beats the gown that I’m wearing. Powering on, I make my way over to the hanging clothes, grateful that they are at least dry. I pull on the jeans which are a little too big for me and grab the blue tee when someone clears their throat.
“SHIT!” I spin around. I hadn’t heard them creep up on me.
A woman a little taller and curvier than me, has her arms folded across her chest, a wicker basket hanging from the crook of her elbow.
“For a moment there, I thought you were a man stealing my clothes.” She stares at me
My heart thuds like crazy. I could barely defend myself.
Her grey eyes move to the drip bag and then down to the discarded gown. “You on the run?”
“Something like that.”
“Lycan or Wolf?” My mouth drops open at the question and her eyes move up to my shaved head. “Trouble maker no doubt.”
“Are you a Hunter?”
She bursts into laughter and is almost doubled over. Her blonde hair is practically touching the ground. She continues to laugh until she is crying at the same time. “No, not by a long shot.”
“Then what are you?”
She straightens up, “I’m you, five years ago. So Lycan or Wolf?”
“Lycan but….”
“Cooper took that away from you?”
“You know Cooper?” What were the odds of finding someone in the middle of nowhere that knows the man who kidnapped me? More like odds that she actually worked for him.
“Fucking bastard ruined my life.” The woman gestures to my neck. “Where’s your mate?”
“Dead.” At least I think he is, I don’t know anymore. I just knew I couldn’t feel anything for him.
“Shit, I’m sorry. You look like you are starving. Come on in, I will make you something to eat.”
“I can’t stop.” I look at my drip bags, “I’m running out of time.”
“No you’re not. Come in and I will explain everything. But I want you to answer my questions too.”
I wasn’t the type to share, especially not with a random stranger, and one that could be messing with me. But I was het, tired and every inch of me ached. Food and somewhere to sit sounded better than good.
“I understand your hesitation, I was the same when I got out.” she beams at me
“I’m so tired.”
She nods and points to my hand
clutching my side. “That pain you are
feeling is a stitch. A common pain for Humans. Your leg muscles are tight because you are cramping, you are probably dehydrated. Again, something you didn’t have to worry about before.”
“What about the drip bags?”
“A gimmick. Come on inside and I will explain everything.”
Hesitantly, I follow the woman inside. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t tell you. Samara Clarkson, but I prefer Sammie or Sam, your choice.”
“I’m Blair Kits…. Blair Everwood.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me but doesn’t question it. “Well Blair Everwood. Welcome to my home.”
Sammie shows me around the large farmhouse. Offering me a bedroom for the night. When I shake my head. She promises me that I will be fine.
I hold the drip bags up and she smiles at me. “They are not what you think they are Blair, you can take it out your arm.”
“I will die.”
“No, you will feel incredible pain for a
few minutes. You will feel like you are going to pass out and that Death is waiting for you, but I promise you, it only tasts a few minutes and then you feel normal. Well, as normal as normal can feel.”