Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Someplace Safe.

 By the time the two of them had reached the campsite, it was distinguishably night time; torches that littered the perimeter were lit, emitting bright orange lights, casting shadows of the trees on tents. There wasn’t a person in sight, but a conspicuous commotion from one of the larger tents told April why there wasn’t anyone outside. Not only that, but April was a yawning ruckus. A day of running, being attacked by a wolf, more running and having to deal with Maxwell was enough for April to handle. Teresa had told her that she should’ve rested all day, not wanting to stress herself out or put herself into more trouble than usual. But April being April, staying out of trouble simply couldn’t be an easy enough task. She attracted trouble.

 Grayson,-who was back to his usual brooding self- excused himself from  April’s tent after seeing that she got back without doing anything remotely stupid, as he says it anyway.  April personally wouldn’t call it stupid; she’d think it was smart to run away from being held hostage by werewolves.

 ‘Stop with the dramatics.’

 “Dramatics!? OK, to me- the human in this messed up equation- this isn’t normal! Supernatural things like this don’t exist.” April more or less shouted aloud before clamping a hand over her mouth in regret. The last thing she wanted to do was earn the attention of more werewolves than she already had with her being there.

 ‘You’re in denial.’

 “I’m not. I can’t be. I’m just dreaming,” She threw herself onto the mattress, not expecting it to be as rough as it was. Springs prodded into her hips and the draft from the newly added hole in the fabric caused April discomfort. “I’m going to wake up in my Uncle’s apartment and see that everyone is alive and doing what they usually do- including me.”

 ‘You’d rather go back to that hellhole?’

 April sighed, not really knowing how to answer the question. She knew, maybe a couple of weeks ago before the whole unfortunate events began that she’d jump at the opportunity to be kidnapped by werewolves. But if she’d really known what it would be like which she did now, she was sure she wouldn’t be so certain.

 “I don’t feel safe here.”

 ‘Nowhere is safe, April. Not for us.’

 ***

 April wasn’t one for story time. But after hours of being too restless to fall asleep, tossing and turning over and over; she found herself wanting to visit Grayson. She wasn’t too sure why though. Of course she wanted to find out what he knew about Brianna and Jason, but that could’ve easily been a daytime job. However, April had an urge to see him immediately, yet there was no guarantee he was even awake.

 Once again, the weather was stormy and April was pretty much drenched the moment she stepped out of her tent. She didn’t think the tents would be able to stand for much longer in the billowing wind, which didn’t lack any gusto. The torches that surrounded the area had been blown out because of the weather, so the campsite itself was quite abandoned-looking, which April found eerily calming.

 Only one tent was light, and judging by the growls of frustration that came from inside of it, April’s gut reckoned she should search in that one if she aimed to find Grayson. She shivered as the wind whipped around her, reminding April that she’d foolishly forgotten her jacket and was only dressed in boyish shorts and a over-sized shirt which she’d found in the closet drawers. She thought Teresa must’ve placed them in there at some point either when April had first been accommodated to a bed for four days or whilst she’d been trying to escape.

 She peeked her head through the opening of the tent, not wanting to interrupt anyone’s privacy if she’d gotten it wrong, and the tent that she was about to step foot in wasn’t Grayson’s.