Alpha's Hunt

22. He's Lucky

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22. He's Lucky

We leave the next morning.

In all honesty, I cant believe I like this better that the break. I like the forestry all around, the constantly changing scenery. And the lack of hormonal males.

Days jump by and as time passes, Luke gets more and more snappy.

“Stop wasting time, Hazel, get up!” I hear a hard voice

“Shut up,” I mumble as I push myself up from my sleeping bag

Grumbling, he all but yanks up his stuff and gives me a low-key glare. Ignoring him, I pack my stuff and we start walking again. Luke silently and with the speed of a cheetah, me munching on biscuits and following as fast as possible.

“Slow down, will you?” I finally say, my breakfast long finished

“Keep up, will you?”

I put up with him for another hour before my patience reaches its limit.

“You’re being lazy.” Luke snaps at me
“No,” I cross my arms “You’re being irrational. We cant run our way towards the finish line.”

“Hazel,” he grits out “stop arguing. We’re going on. Now.”

Okay Elise, you know what happens when both people start acting like idiots. You have to be the mature one right now.

“Luke,” I say calmly “We need a little break, just a breather. Then we’ll go on, yeah?”

“I don’t want a break,”

“What we want isn’t always what we need.” I give him a look

I hold his stormy gaze with my steady one. Luke works his jaw, his eyes narrowed a millimeter as he stares at me. I don’t back down.

“Fine.” He finally grits out

With a sigh of relief, I lean against a tree. Maturity; one thousand, Luke; nine hundred ninety-nine.

“I’m going to go make sure the perimeter is clear,” Luke says before disappearing behind the trees

Goddess, cant he sit still? Rolling my eyes, I sit down and take a deep breath of the fresh air. A few moment later, I pull my gun from the waistband of my jeans and check the ammunition. How did I forget to reload this?

I make my way towards the weapon bag and shuffle through it, looking for the one of the ammunition boxes. I stumble upon a small plastic bag, curiously, I pick it up and see what’s inside.

“Huh,” I take out one of the glass bottles inside and observe the fluid inside. I pull the cork out and take a sniff.

Horrified, I pull away from the contents of the bottle. Wolfsbane.

“What are you doing?” I whirl around, Luke is standing a foot away from me

His eyes flicker to the bottle in my hands, when he looks at me again, his face is set in a hard glare.