Army Strong

Chapter Ten

Army Strong

Chapter Ten

"Hey Ma," I said through the track phone I have been using.

"Blake! Honey where the hell have you been and why didn't you call? What phone are you using? The caller ID says it's unknown. Blake answer me!" my mother yelled through the phone making me flinch.

Her Jersey accent was thick and hard to listen to while on the rode with a cigarette in your mouth and one hand on the wheel of a 1967 Ford Truck I bought in Missouri. I passed the state lines to Alabama and made my way down a never-ending highway while still talking to my mom.

"Mom, I can't tell you where I have been, I can't tell you why I haven't called, but I can tell you that I am using a spare phone and next week when I call you I will have another spare," I said while taking a drink of water and inhaling the smoke on the cigarette.

"Oh honey are you on some secret mission?" Ma whispered into the phone like it was a serious secret to ask.

I chuckled under my breath so she couldn't hear. The smoke I had in my lungs coming out in swirling waves.

"Yeah, you can say something like that," I said into the phone as the humid air of Alabama blew inside the cab.

"Well be safe," Ma sighed into the phone. "You better be home for Christmas. Its coming up in a few weeks."

"I promise," I said as I turned off to stop at a gas station. "Ma I got to go. Tell dad I love him."

"Okay, I love you," Ma said into the phone.

"I love you too," I clicked off the receiver and threw the phone out the window.

I have been on the road for two weeks now. I know Jonathan is following me. He has come close to catching me twice now but I am very careful and pick when I want to be on the road. I have been staying with friends, old army or family friends. They have been nice enough to let me sleep on the couch or in their guest rooms.

The good thing about Jonathan not knowing a whole lot about my friends is he doesn't know who they are. We never got to know each other that well to know that I know someone who lives in a small place like Rolla, Missouri. I stayed with the family and the next day I was on the road.

But Jonathan doesn't need to know who I stay with because he can trace my scent. I called Pogo and he told me everything I needed to know about how if you meet your mate just how easy it is to sniff them out. But thank the lord he told me ways for Jonathan not to be able to smell me. And the strange thing is, all I have to wear is Lavender. For some reason the smell knocks werewolves scent around so it confuses them.

And knowing that small bit of information has paid off because Jonathan still hasn't found me yet. I have kept pages on him though. I make sure that if any of the friends or families find any men sniffing around their place to call me. Lots have so I know just where Jonathan is.

I pulled over into the gas stations parking lot and parked the truck at a pump. I pumped the tank full all the while looking around my shoulder. The one bad thing about knowing someone is following you is you can't seem to shrug off the feeling they are there. I am constantly looking around to make sure Jonathan isn't nearby. Its kind of good though because I haven't slept in 31 hours straight, meaning no nightmares.

I went inside and grabbed a water and a bag of Chex Mix. As I approached the counter a man in the far corner caught my eye. I knew then that someone was trailing me and that they were on me because the man might have been in different clothing but I have seen him before. He now wore a thick beard and had grim on his hands and filthy t-shirt and jeans. He was choosing a soda from a refrigerator but always seemed to keep a close eye on me.