Her Human

Seven

Cold, solid concrete is the first thing I recognize. My muscles I must've tore while running, are sore but healing quickly. I take a deep breath. Outside.

A surge of relief rushes through me. He hadn't found me. I open my eyes and glance over at the driveway. His car's there. I peer up at the sky, the sun peeks over the horizon. It was almost morning.

I sigh and peel myself off the ground. I take the usual route to my tent and after ten minutes, I'm greeted with the empty spot my tent used to lie in.

Thoughts from last night flood back in and I'm suddenly reminded of the incredibly strange and alarming conversation I'd overheard.

So, Mrs. Magdalen and Rachel were clearly psycho werewolf hunters. And I'd stayed in their house, for like, a week. And the whole time, they knew what I am!

By now, I'm pacing back and forth in the vacant space my little makeshift home occupied.

I hear the crunching of leaves on grass in the distance and turn to look over at my mate. He's dressed warmly, in a few layers of coats and thick pants. The cold barely affects me and I almost forgot how fragile humans were.

Returning to my thoughts, I note the people in the town near my mate are dangerous. I remember the way Rachel talked about him, how she almost had him. I'm hit by another wave of panic and nausea, the only things I've been able to feel for the past twenty-four hours it seems.

That night, I lie awake on the forest floor with my hands tucked behind my head and my elbows out. The damp leaves were pressing into my back and wetting the plain t-shirt I adorned.

My eyes followed my mate, he'd just finished sweeping and-

Douglas Mathews. That's what she'd called him. I shoot up from my laying position. A revelation. I wasn't going to let anybody have him.

He's mine.

I focus back on Douglas, noting how his name fit him like a glove. He cracks open a book and puts on a pair of reading glasses, relaxing into his leather armchair. I observe him reading for a while.

Even though he's a good hour away from the town, I couldn't let him stay here. He was too close. They were too close to him. Images of the numerous weapons and strange colorful tubes flit across my mind.

A shudder runs through to me.

Tomorrow, I need to convince him to leave with me.