The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

     Aiming for the next town where Melisca's homeland was. She had dragged too long for her mission and all had just gotten more complicated. Yes, she had the eternity but she doesn't want the killers to have forgotten what they've done.

     Melisca's coming home. Coming home for her parents and for the mission.

     The sharp mid-morning sun, getting through the leather jacket to her skin and sweat sticking to her body. She's up for a lunch stop to feed herself and have some refreshments. Travelling from town to town in nearly three days at sun time, her butt sores from all that riding hours, as is her lower back.

      This is her last stop, before eventually reaching the town in two hours at most. She parked in front of a diner in the middle of a desert and a gasoline station across it. Few dusted cars and jeepneys lined up in the parking area. Seems like this place is a local stop for the travellers.

      Looking inside from where she stands, parking her big bike, there seems to be a lot of customers inside. Anyway, she took off her helmet and carried it with her, the backpack, of course, would come along. Pulling out her motor keys before she forgot and inserted it in her pockets.

      People inside glanced to her from the transparent window, dusting herself off from all that desert particles and sand she had gone through during the ride. Her long braided her had frizzed under the glaring heat. She sighed, nothing much she can do.

     Moving along to the diner, as she opened the door, the bell chimed and she halted at the spot. Not because of the twinkling sound, but for the wolves' presence that had welcomed her. Yet the fresh scent of cinnamon rolls, waffles, home fries, egg benedict, cheeseburgers had gotten the best of her.

     She had unknowingly closed her eyes to savour the aroma in the air, stomach growling, the wolves forgotten. Eat now, worry later. They don't know she's a wolf anyway. She heard some chuckle, then she opened her eyes, guilty of being an idiot at the entrance. She bit her lower lip as she restrains to grin at her own foolishness.

     Sensing that a certain group of males are eyeing her from the far corner, she didn't throw them a single glance. The six men, each with a proper build and that visible muscles to their biceps and stomach pecks. Pretty sure they are the predators in the area and it appears that all the wolves she had seen before we're impressively fit.

      Nonsense thought aside, it didn't take her long to find a vacant seat for there is already an empty table right beside the entrance. She immediately settled herself and put down her helmet on the hardwood and pushed it to the corner. Unpacking her bag and placed it close to her right side. Everything she has is in there. Money, clothes, basic necessities and her family's photo album.

      The area's just perfect for her in case any problem would arise, the door is right just to her left.

      Snatching the menu in its stand in the middle of the table, she quickly scanned it, just looking at the yummy picture makes her mouth watered. The money won't matter when she's famished.

      She hadn't had breakfast before hitting the road, for the restaurant of the motel she stayed last night tasted horrible. So then, even though she knows that breakfast is the most important meal, she had skipped it, rather done wasting her money in inedible nutrition.

      She was about to call for the waitress but seeing her talking to the men at the corner, she paused then. However, she met her eyes and looks like the server knows that Melisca's waiting for her to take the order. But, she also noticed that the guy she's talking to is staring at her.