Gone Rogue

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I laid akwardly in the drivers seat of my car. My green eyes half closed, my breath coming in as small peacful breaths. The morning sun lit up the car with dim light. I shuflled around and looked at the clock,

8:04

"Ugh." I groaned as I pushed the seat into an upright position. I picked my keys up and looked at the area surrounding me. The woods my car had crashed in were silent. I got out of my car and groggily pushed it back to the road. I looked it over, the damage wasn't that bad... I needed to get it fixed though. I got back in the car and shoved the keys in the ignition and the engine roared the life. I drove the car down the road, not pushing its limits so I could find a Repair Shop. I drove into a small town, and thank goodness, there was a Repair Shop on the main road. I gently drove my car into the small parking lot. 

There was a middle aged man covered in grease working on a car. I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. The man looked over,

"Heyoo, how can I help ya?" Bill said, I only know his name because there was a nametag on his jumpsuit. 

"I need to get my car fixed... like now." I said looking at the man, his black hair was beginning to gray and his eyes were a light blue.

"Ah, she looks a little banged up. You gimme a few minutes to finish this one up and I'll access your car. Kay?" Bill responded looking down at the car he was working on. 

"Okay, well I am going to go grab a bite to eat.... You do what you can and I will pay what it takes." I said turning to walk away. Bill grunted and continued to screw something on the engine. 

I began to walk down the street and looked at the small shops and houses. I looked farther down and saw a small diner, Bay's Diner. I sighed and continued to walk down the street. As I neared the Diner I saw that it was probably the busiest place in this small town. Cars crowded the medium sized parking lot. I walked inside and looked at the podium, 

Please Seat Yourself

I looked over and saw a spot at the bar, I walked over and sat down on the barstool. A menu was already placed there, I picked it up and looked it over.

"How can I help you?" A manly voice asked. I looked up to see the same golden eyes I had seen in the forest, but they weren't Aaron's eyes. They belonged to a 22ish year old man, his hair was black and was artfully messy. 

"I would like.... coffee, black. And eggs, bacon, and french toast." I said while looking at the menu.

"Okay, I will get that right to you." He said, I glanced at his name tag, Daniel. I was not going to forget that name....

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I sat on the barstool chewing on a piece of bacon. I felt something in my pocket vibrate, I pulled out my cell phone. 

1 New Message

Zia, I just talked to the guy who owns that book about the Werewolf Packs. He says there was once a Pack with your color eyes! I found out that there is an ancestor in a small town in Pennsylvania, I think the name is New Hark. Sounds weird I know... Check it out! His name is Richard Montell. I am still working, see you soon. -Tristan

I sighed looking at the message, I was headed to New Hark, I guess. Daniel walked back over,

"Do you need anything else?" He said.

"Well, I was wondering where New Hark is? I need to see someone." I said looking at the amused expression on his face.

"You are in New Hark. And since you need to find someone, I might be able to help you there, too. What is there name?" Daniel asked, leaning on the counter.