Perseous's Human Mate

Purple and Black

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I took a lasting sip of hot coco. I had no idea what I was going to do. I walk out of here they could follow me and take me to their alpha. Or worse kill me, assuming I'm from another pack and trespassing.

I could talk to them, but when did talking ever accomplish anything in this world. I wasn't left with another choice, I was going to have to wing it. Slyly I took a knife from the napkin in front of me. I was out of their sights as I slid it up into my sleeve. I'm not planning on a fight but-at least I have a chance this way.

I slide out of the booth, brushing my hair to the side so it covered my mark. My steps were brisk but not subtle as I made my way through the back entrance. The chill in the air did nothing to ease the worry in my bones. Picking up my walking pace I made my way down one of the trails.

I knew they could follow my scent, and that's why I had a plan in mind. About ten minutes into my walk I found the well. I took a stray path, one that traveled away from my campsite.

I peeled off Percy's leather jacket, dropping it down the well. I would be cold without it, but we had extra coats at the campsite. It wouldn't do much but hopefully it weakened my scent enough for them to lose it.

Just a month ago I never would have seen myself covering my tracks like this. On the run, cold and honestly surviving on my instincts. The T shirt I wore believe it or not was mine and not his, it was shorter and had thinner fabric. The fall air took advantage of my bare skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, keep moving.

I followed the trail, my legs taking frigid steps. My teeth chattered and goosebumps made homes on my arms. A few turns and minutes later I left the dirt path. A little ways in was a stream we used to play in as kids. I jumped over it with ease, a short cut to the private camp site.

Ten minutes later I was standing in front of my family camper. White, a decade old and just as I remembered it. A plastic chair sat in front of a old fire pit, it was covered in the decay of fall leaves.

A snap came from behind me, my head swiveled to look. Nothing. Paranoia, great. I shook my head climbing into the camper. It was almost mid morning and it was a good idea to sleep. Parker would be here soon, and I needed the rest if we were to keep moving.

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I groaned, twisting in my sleeping bag. My eyes met the ceiling, the entire camper was pitch black. I sat up, my hair a frizzed nest. I peeled back the curtain, darkness surrounding the forest trees. I must have slept all day... and Parker wasn't here yet.

After a couple minutes of groggy thinking I got out of the sleeping bag. I paused, my hand on the door handle. My blood ran colder then snow... there was crackling outside. I opened the door with caution, my heart spiked with adrenaline. There was a fire going outside, and in the plastic chair sat a unknown man.

His eyes were instantly on me, those eyes were not human. They were purple, a majestic color I thought only belonged in a crayon box. His hair was strange, black but in the fire light it looked highlight with purple.

His expression was playful, mysterious. "Sit." He spoke in a mellow tone. I said nor did anything. My eyes were held captive by his, he was not werewolf. He was not Kytani, so what was he?

He gave a amused smile his teeth not shown," I'm not here to hurt you little one. Come sit, the fire is warm." His words were harmless but behind his eyes I saw he was anything but that. Still, I didn't want to make him angry. I sat on the cold ground, my butt cringing in discomfort. In his hand was a long poker stick. The end red from playing with the fire.