The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 11

     "I believe you. And I can help." Lorna stated behind her, in a non-argumentative tone.

    Melisca erased the triumphant smirk on her lips before facing Lorna again. She wore a bitter smile rather. "T-thank you." Biting her bottom lip as halting to get into tears.

     The servant girl closed the distance between them. "You said it was a human-sized wolf, right?" Looking up to her, searching Melisca's face for confirmation. Probably scrutinizing her if she's telling the truth.

     "Yes." She answered without hesitation. "I know what I saw. But you don't have to force yourself to believe me just to make me feel better." Staring straight to Lorna's eyes. "It just makes me feel worst." About to turn around, the girl held her arm.

     "No. I really believed you. I know they truly exist." The girl insisted, the grip on her arm tightened unknowingly.

     Melisca glanced to Lorna's hand wrapped around her arm. Then the girl let go of her as she just realized what she's doing.

     "Oh, I'm sorry." Her high pitched voice again. "Anyway, you're not alone in this..Um.."

     "Liz, my name is Liz." She filled in. Remembering that she hadn't introduced herself yet.

     "You're not alone in this, Liz. There are other people who would take your words seriously. And we can help you."

     Her forehead knotted. "Help me? How?"

    Melisca's breath halted as her body froze on the spot. Blinking rapidly as she focused her senses.

    "We can't talk about it here. Someone might hear us." Lorna continued talking, "Can you wait for me after my work?"

    Someone is outside the door. A werewolf, she can feel it. She thought they'd already left. But turns out someone stayed behind to continue investigating. Seriously, how stupid can she really get? Of course, they won't just let this thing slide when already one of their group died. They won't stop until they got the hunter. And now, maybe they've known it's Lorna.

     She won't let them take away her prey. But also she just can't expose herself blatantly.

     "Sure. I can wait." Trying to even her breathing, she hopes Lorna wouldn't notice how nervous she is at the moment. Still calculating on her head what to do.

     "Right, just a moment." Lorna quickly fumbled her apron pocket and she brought out the order slip and pen, and wrote something there.

     "Here, and please, don't tell anyone about what we are talking." She handed the paper to her with a warm smile on the face.

     Snatching it from the girl, she saw some numbers on the paper. A contact number, she sighed inwardly, this could be by far the luckiest moment she felt at that day, she doesn't have to voice out for the girl's contact in case they got separated. She inserted the paper into one of her zipped pockets to secure it.

     The wolf won't know that she has a way to communicate with her even if they are apart. Right then, she got a plan.

    "Of course, I had enough of their crazy looks on me." She huffed, "I'm thankful enough that you didn't think I'm one. I really appreciate it."

    "Let's go, you can wait at a table outside, Liz, I'll tell Mr. Chef that you're my guest." She beamed excitedly and pushed her out the door as the girl followed.

     "Okay, okay." She mumbled as they got out of the girls' restroom.

     Then she immediately met Jethro's intense gaze from where she had sat before during her lunch. Just as she'd thought. It was he who eavesdropped outside the door. He's the only wolf she can feel around also. At least, he's her only problem now. She's not that outnumbered if the worst could happen.