The Lycan Hunter

Chapter 6

Alexis took stock of the room she was in. Sterility clung to the walls of the room, which was why she hated hospitals. They were all as personal as unmarked graves. With the swivel of her head, she could see only one exit, which put a cramp in her escape plans. A clock above the door begged for a bullet with each tick of the second hand. The heart monitor at her bedside beeped steadily, breaking the monotony of the clock's ticking with its own plea for a quick death. A few machines lined a slate grey wall a few feet from a bay of sinks, culminating the decor of the room.

The door swung open but was quickly slammed shut before anyone entered. She heard the rough tone of the Lycan who had "saved" her, but she couldn't determine who had earned the velvet steel of his anger. She struggled to angle her head closer to the door so that she could hear but found that the restraints at her wrists and the wound in her stomach ensured she wouldn't move much.

The wolf who claimed to have operated on her entered, pausing to briefly glance into the hallway.

"You're late, wolf."

Kyran snorted as he entered the room and washed his hands. That strange sense of arrogance and humility that all doctors had, shadowed him, making him more "human." He wasn't. She had to remember that. Her life wasn't worth whatever lie he was trying to convince her of.

"I'm never late," he said as he pulled the ultrasound machine to her bedside and began readying everything. "Besides, I just kept someone from eating you."

"I changed my mind about the sonogram."

He arched a brow at her. "You believe me?"

"God, no."

He sighed as if she were being completely unreasonable. "Of course not. So what do you want as proof?"

"A full body scan."

"I'll file that under wishful thinking."

"And why is that?"

"Two things. First, this isn't exactly a fully kitted hospital, Hunter. I have the necessities. You're lucky I even have this machine, as I rarely use it. Second, you are in the infamous take it or leave it scenario. Being that it's you who's tied up, I gotta ask: Are you a taker?"

"Fine. Do the ultrasound."

She jumped when the wolf lifted the gown that he had placed on her after the surgery and undressed her wound. He put the tube of gel in the warmer.

"My nose itches."When he scratched her nose for her, she jerked back, irritated that he hadn't released her arms.

"Don't touch me."

"You are aware that I spent three hours inside of you, right?" He gave a tight smile at the double entendre. "I'm not stupid, Hunter. Stop treating me like it."

Alexis sighed and watched the Lycan as he sat down at the machine and typed in various bits of information.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Would you rather I kept calling you 'wolf?'"

"It doesn't really matter."

"Fine." She waited while he grabbed the gel and gave it a good shake, still managing not to look at her. "My name is Alexis."

In truth, she didn't know why she bothered with names. It wouldn't matter when she killed him later. And she would kill him. Anything would be better than returning to the Hunters a failure in deed and conviction to the Hunter cause. She had little else in the world. This one Lycan wouldn't be the one to take what she had left from her.