Our small town had neighbouring big cities, risky going to where the 'more of the action' might be, but it's the best bet for supplies.
Knowing that I'll be able to keep my family safe was more important to me, my relationship with my mother was an estranged one, but even I care about my own needs.
And what I require right now; is a bath, rest on a comfy bed and a hot meal.
And all I seemed to have got instead is a; quick wash in an unhygienic bathroom stall at a rundown gas station, a four-hour nap in the backseat of Ad's car and roasted rattlesnake and dessert rat on a spitfire in the middle of know where.
"Couldn't we at least find something else to eat?"
"Like what? Roasted Twinkie's?" he scoffs sarcastically, and I roll my eyes, not really a fan of him being a 'smart-ass',
"Ugh, I'm not being ungrateful Ad," I say while uncomfortably attempting to take a bite out of a snake on a stick.
"Start with the top,"
"I cut the head off, there's more meat than on the tail, so start there," he adds and takes a huge bite out of his.
Slowly nibbling on it between my front teeth, the outside of it is crisped black and has a charcoal grilled taste to it. While the inside flesh taste liked smoked turkey or well aged chicken.
"Well, clearly it's not that bad," Adriel chuckles, and I look down to see my stick licked clean.
"Yeah, I guess," I stubbornly say, pouting.
I'm probably just starved because It's been a while since I've had any meat again.
Dad and I had regular fast food take out contests between chicken wings and BBQ ribs. That was five years ago, and now I can't stand the taste of anything meat related. I guess I took it real hard as a twelve-year-old girl, who's father meant everything to her.
We've been travelling on the same scenery between night and day of desert sand, an arrangement of shrubs, cacti and the occasional squawking eagles. During the daytime, the dry atmosphere from the extreme heat would be almost always cooled down by the nighttime chilled air, that's always much appreciated.
We eventually got to switch from the dirt road to gravel, but the scenery had been no different. Reaching the city had come like a shell shock, a deserted area of little to no people, some hid away from us and others dare not approach us.
Confused, we park the car and enter into a what used to be luxury hotel with a sign dressed in bullet holes and hanging on its hinges.
The sign read in bold cursive letters 'Wolf Lodge' and I internally wince at the irony of it. We walked in to meet a neither anyone at the front desk nor on the way upstairs to our room. Adriel took the liberty of taking a room key from the behind the desk and handed it to me.
I wiggled the key into the door of room 402, and we walked in, only to be met with the stench of stale cigarettes.
"I think someone was here before us," I say turning to him and add "I can tell- well smell" He lets out a snicker before walking straight to the balcony window to open it.
We both decided to take the room with two single beds inside. The city seems to be overrun by the sniper-dudes, and separating would make things more difficult when we have to run.
Run. I'm still not certain whether I am a werewolf, but still running away is exhausting.
I flop on one of the beds and feel Adriel through a blanket on me. Likewise, I mumble a thank you before drifting off to sleep.
"Legend of the Blue Wolf," a woman with a gentle though hoarse voice says.
"Legend has it, that when the moon turns blue,"
"They must unite,"
"A powerful being"
Pieces of the woman's story float in and out of my mind. They don't make sense and more so "how can the moon turn blue" I hear myself say out loud.
Batting my eyelashes in an attempt to open them. I pull off the white sheet blanket over my face, to see Adriel and a petite girl arguing. She uses her leg to trip him, and he falls back against the bed next to mine.
She does something that makes my body go into attack mode. A full rush of anger and adrenaline.
She kisses Adriel on the lips and I hear an unfamiliar growl seethe from me while I scream,
"You bitch!"
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