Don't let me go, Alpha Mate

Chapter 2: Somethings Telling Me To Keep Going

The picture is of Erin Torrez who is played by Holly Earl.

Erin's POV
I can hear the alarm clock screaming my ear, telling me it's 6am. Letting out a groan of annoyance I reluctantly open my eyes. Blinking a few times, I let my eyes take in the dim light of the morning coming in through the cheep, tacky curtains.

I slowly sit up, the alarm still blaring. I decide to leave the alarm on so that it has the unfortunate trouble of waking up Harriet, because I'd rather not have another bruise from her painful punches. Seriously that girl can throw a punch, even for a werewolf it's a heavy punch, especially if you wake her up, or as she says "disturb my slumber".

Climbing out of the warm bed, which for a cheep motel it was quite comfy, I trudge my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my PJ's while I waited for the water to eventually run warm. Finally stepping in to the shower, the water felt like heaven on my skin, just what I need this early in the morning.

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After washing my body and hair, and shaving where needed, I stepped out of the shower, turning it off to save the hot water for Harriet, and I wrapped a towel around my body. I can't hear the alarm anymore so I presume that Harriet's awake and the alarm clock most likely smashed. Ringing out some of the water from my hair, I open the bathroom door and let the chilly air hit my skin.

"You save me some hot water right?" Harriet asked walking towards me and the bathroom with some clothes in her arms.
"Yep" I step out of the way of the bathroom door letting her in "don't be to long, we need to check out by 7:30am"

I heard her mumbled reply of ok before the sound of the shower drowned any other conversation. I pull out a pair of plain pants and bra, because its not like I have anyone to impress, and grab my hair brush from the side table.

After brushing my medium long, brown hair and putting it in to a high ponytail to let it dry, I slip on the underwear and go in search of some clean clothes. We'll have to find a laundrette soon because we're both running out of clean clothes.

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Finally finding some clothes from in my backpack I lay them on the bed, just to make sure there wearable. Deciding they are I pull on the white and baby blue stripped 3/4 length jumper/shirt and step in to the dark blue jeggings. Putting on odd socks, I slip my feet in to a pair of dark brown ankle boots, that are slightly worn.

I don't really bother with a lot of make up, never have. I don't understand those girls who cake their face in make up, they just look like clowns. Besides, when on the run, or travelling as I like to call it, there's just no point to cover your face in lashings of make up. The most I put on is just a flick of eye liner and a dap of mascara to make my blue/grey eyes pop and some times on a bad face day a touch of foundation. That's all I put on today.

The shower is no longer running so I'm guessing Harriet is getting dried and dressed now, so I decide to start packing anything that isn't already in our backpacks.

Everything is packed and I've doubled checked the room just to make sure nothing gets left. Now I'm just sat waiting for Harriet to make an appearance. I'm sure she does this on purpose, wait to come out of the bathroom after all the packing and tidying is done so she doesn't have to do jack squat.

Speak of the devil, she's finally leaving the bathroom. She's wearing a white tank top with a red lumber jack shirt, which I am pretty sure is mine. Harriet has a pair of dark grey jeans on her legs with a pair of worn out white converse. Her medium length, blonde hair is left down and she also has some eye liner to make her bright blue eyes pop.

"Are you ready to go, your royal majesty?" I tease her.
"Yes I am, your royal cow bag."

This is how me and Harriet are. I think that's generally how best friends are with each other, right? Always insulting each other, being sarcastic, occasionally bitchy and always annoying. But she's my best friend, so if anyone hurts her, lets just say the police wont find the body.

"Where are we heading next?" Harriet said as she grabbed her bag.
"Dunno, maybe head up the country a little more for a few weeks."
"Sounds good, although after that maybe we could start making are way towards a beach. It's been awhile since we've been to one."

"Suppose we could head towards California, we'd make it in a few months or less if we head straight down there, instead of taking our time. But I got a feeling we should just head up the country a little bit more." I put on my dark brown jacket and grab my bag.
"A feeling?" Harriet heads to the door and opens it for us.
"Yeah.... I dunno. Sounds weird, I know. I just can't explain, somethings is telling me to keep going a little bit more."

"Well your feelings usually do us good...... Well except that time when you had a feeling that tequila shots were a good idea."
"Oh shut up, you're not going to let that go are you?"
"Nope." Harriet sung as we made are way towards the reception desk. 

After paying for our room, that we had had for the past couple of weeks, we get in to our rusty, old truck. I've had this truck since I started to drive and it was my dad's before me. It's like a family heirloom so I could never get rid of it. Besides neither me or Harriet could afford anything else. I sit in the drivers sit while Harriet clambers into the passenger seat.

I start the engine and drive out of the parking lot while Harriet fiddles with the radio choosing a station that takes her fancy and turns it up. While driving we both look out for somewhere that would feed us some breakfast. 

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This is the first proper chapter and I hope you like it. Please feel free to tell me what you think of my story, good or bad I'll take it. The updates will be random but as frequent as I possibly can.