The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 8

       Melisca coughed several times while tapping her chest. She chocked on her drink from what she just heard.

     Jethro, the guy who joined in her table, frowned and handed her a tissue. "Hey, give us some water here, please." He called the waitress, who's taking an order to the other customers that just arrived.

     "No, it's fine." She held up a hand and cleared her throat, finally got her composure back. She placed  the milkshake away from her, she had enough.

     "Are you sure?"

     "Yes." She accepted the tissue he offered and tapped it to her mouth, don't want anything on her face. "Anyway, what did you just said? Wolf?" Her heartbeat started to rush, surely he can't know that she really is a part wolf. No one can sense that in her. Well, maybe aside from that chasing alpha, she almost rolled her eyes from the thought of him.

     "I mean you're the new beautiwolf girl in town." He said confidently.

     That made her almost chocked in her own saliva. It's a pick-up line! Of course, what else could it be, as she knows, no other wolves can detect her.  She bursted out in laughter. She was all worried for nothing then.

     "Oh, my shit." She mumbled under her breath. Then remembered that he is able to hear it. "Sorry." She ceased laughing and grinned at him sheepishly.

     "At least it did make you laugh." Jethro smiled back at her.

     He has such an easy stance. Not much of a talker she guess, but sure is a funny guy. Then she heard his friends clapping as their advise had worked. Clearly, they were listening to them.

     "Told you he'll get her."

     "I bet it won't take long for him to score one now."

     "I bet for him to score twice."

      That made her ears red. Really did irk her. So, they were betting about her. They want to play, huh? Then it'll be her game.

      "You are the real wolf, yourself." It's her turn now to show him a knowing smirk.

      The sheepish smile on Jethro's lips suddenly vanished. She did throw him a real line. His eyes widened and that made him lost for words. Even his friends from the far corner got quiet.

     She raised an eyebrow at him. "I got it right, right?" Just staring at his face. "And your friends too. They are wolves." She really is putting on her game.

     He leaned closer, propping up his elbows on the table. His eyes turned sharp, threatening. "Who are you? How did you know about us?" He almost whispered with intimidation in his voice. But that won't work on her.

     She looked past him, over his shoulders. Where his friends were staring at them now, a warning look on their faces, waiting for her to make a wrong move and they would all likely jump on her. The threatening look they gave haven't even scared her a bit. They can all throw daggers at her as she cares.

     The air around them full of tension. Like how she wanted it to be for them. That they did bet on a wrong girl. That she may be outnumbered but she has an upper-hand in this.

     "I figured it out the moment I entered that door." She even gave the door a look. Waiting for what Jethro's about to say, she smiled at him more and tilted her head to give the predators behind a wink.

     "I'm saying that you all were like a werewolf, gorgeously hot, undeniable presence and that solid build." She finally released her bomb. "Like Jacob from Twilight?" She said with a look of feigning adoration. Even her eyes twinkling.