The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 8

--- Beonnie ---

Berta had just finished tending to my wounds when the phone rang. She got up before me and fetched her phone from behind the counter. The conversation was short.

"Mhm. Okay. Yes. Of course, dear. Oh, okay. Mhm. Yes. Immediately."

She walked around the pharmacy and grabbed things from different shelves as she talked. The last thing she aimed for was a rack of training clothes. She threw me a pair of black tights and a black long-sleeved top and signalled for me to put them on.

When the conversation was over, she turned to me.

"You must leave. Immediately. I don't know any details, but you will probably have trackers chasing you."

Ouch. I knew nothing about how to avoid trackers. My strategy thus far had been to avoid contact with anyone altogether. I fumbled with the clothes but eventually managed, and for a few fleeting seconds, I rejoiced in having fresh clothes on again. Fleeting seconds passed fast, though, and reality came quickly as Berta ushered me towards the room behind the counter, where my stuff was.

"Keep close to the main roads. Whoever will be hunting you will not want to run in shifted form if they are close to humans."

"Berta, thanks for everything." I hugged her, and she smiled. Although I had only known her for a few hours, it had been just the soothing experience I needed.

"Of course, dear."

While I put all my stuff together, adding the things she had grabbed earlier, she continued:

"I will take the bloodied bandages and my car and drive in one direction; you just get going in another. I'll throw them out of the car little by little. That will hopefully make the trackers go the wrong way and buy you a couple of hours at least."

I smiled at her, took one of her business cards, and left with one last look, almost bumping into a woman as I went through the door.

"Sorry, mam."

She was human.

"Oh, girl. Wait for a second!" Berta yelled.

I stopped and turned around. Berta turned towards the woman.

"Dear Annabelle, are you on your way home after your errand here? Would you mind giving my friend's niece a lift? She is going in the same direction, but her ride never showed up."

The woman happily agreed, and after she was finished shopping, she drove me a good half an hour in almost the opposite direction of Berta's fake blood dispersal before she dropped me off. I thanked her and walked a few seconds on the road before darting into the forest.

Time to run again.

With my new connection to Siri, I felt faster already. I wished I could've shifted and run even quicker, but there was nothing to it. I also, uhm, didn't exactly know how to shift.

I stayed parallel to the main road, close enough to prevent my hunters from shifting into wolf form but far enough not to be noticed as anything other than someone out for a run. I could only hope that Berta's diversion would work, as I was very well aware of how slim my chances were otherwise.

If my calculations were correct, I would have at least a 2-3 hour advantage over whoever was chasing me. They would be faster than me during the night, but I got half an hour in a car, which saved me a lot of time since they couldn't shift during the day. Assuming they didn't have cars.

I hoped that Zac hadn't gotten into too much trouble over this. This was obviously not his doing, as he had managed to call and warn me; instead, it must be the work of his monstrous alpha.