DAMIEN

Chapter three

It was three hours before the crack of dawn and Anya was already up and about quietly filling a backpack with clothes.

Nixon had already fallen asleep on her bed by the time she got out the shower, the old rugged book tucked away under an arm.

She had slept on the couch that night, not wanting to disturb the man that lied there sound asleep.

Nor did she want this perfect opportunity to go to waste.

So when the alarm in her watch went off at exactly three o'clock a.m. she hastily prepared for her trip.

She always brought extra clothes with her simply because she always got into trouble with packs all around and she wouldn't be caught dead all covered in mud and leaves, at least not in front of others that weren't Nixon.

Placing the last of her clothes she zipped up the backpack and turned to look at her sleeping friend.

The man should've been a model. His sharp jawline and flawless face made book look even more charming as he slept.

He had the perfect body that could make him seem intimidating for those that didn't know him, but yet didn't give off the sense of authority.

Light stubble danced on his face and she knew the time was coming for him to shave once more. His dark brown hair was all messed up for the night, but Anya knew that his key feature was that killer smile of his.

She knew in her heart she would've been just fine with having him as her mate, but it didn't quite turn out that way.

Whether or not she met her true mate didn't really matter to her, but the guilt she felt that she would be the cause of her dear friend not having the chance to ever find his true mate weighed down on her shoulders.

Perhaps that's why she let him babysit her.

They both knew that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but she felt she owed that much to him. He saved her ass so many times and yet she always got into more trouble.

The guilt she was feeling only seemed to get worse as she stood there. Yet again she was going to make him worry.

Quickly she found paper and a pen and began to scribble down a note. Normally she wouldn't even bother to do such a thing, but something told her in the pit of her stomach that she wasn't going to be coming back home.

This was the only time she wished they shared a pack link.

Folding it, she placed the note on the nightstand beside the bed and left.

Once she was a good distance away, she stripped of her clothes so they wouldn't rip and stuffed them into her backpack, she shifted into her creamed colored wolf, Ava.

Picking up the backpack with her teeth she began racing into the forest. She wanted to be home before midnight and that meant she had to be in the next town by the afternoon.

But no matter what, that gut feeling she had earlier only grew worse the more distance she put between Nixon and her.

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People were lucky to own cars was her first thought when she finally reached her destination around eight o'clock at night.

The Alpha submits took place only two towns away and by car it would've probably taken around one and a half hours just to get here.

But Nixon and her didn't own a car. Yes they had jobs that got them through, but that's all it did.

They both thought a car would be useless since they were werewolves. That and for the fact that they literally lived in a cottage deep in the forest and they didn't want to draw attention to themselves.