The Lunar Saga: Crescent Moon (Book 1)

Chapter 37: Restless

[Flashback; Derek’s POV, his processes of finding Kris throughout this chapter. In Chapter 35 Derek spots Kris with Edward in the woods, a reminder for all you readers Almost forgot, I added two new Characters in this chapter. They will be in my story from now on.]

Derek’s POV

When I woke up I was confused. My thoughts were hazy, still twisted up in dreams and nightmares; it took me longer than it should have to realize where I was.

This room was too bland to belong anywhere but in a hotel. The 2 bedside lamps, bolted to the tables, were a dead giveaway, as were the long drapes made from the same fabric as the bedspread, and the generic watercolor prints on the walls.
I tried to remember how I got here, but nothing came at first.
I did remember the sleek black Chevrolet Corvette car I was driving, the glass in the windows darker than that on a limousine. The engine roared like lions, though we’d raced across the black freeways at more than twice the legal speed.
And I remembered Arsen sitting with me on the dark leather front seat, as Godric was sleeping in the back. Somehow, during the long night, I’ll end up being half awake on the road. Arsen had a sense that this was no vocation. He does know me better than anyone. We practically grew up together. Arsen Coleman, now thats a man’s’ name who shouldn’t be forgotten, very dark, mysterious, and complicated guy. He’d always seem to be one step ahead of me or anyone in that matter, the youngest best wolf tracker in our pack and highly intelligent when it comes to technology. His tall for his age, tanned with broad shoulders. The colors of his eyes are naturally honey brown like his mother. He doesn’t remember much about her, but I do, even till this day. But I’m always a year older than him. Not all wolves dress sloppy, his one of the few who made our kind safe from the human world. He ward a light grey sports jacket with a tie, baby blue shirt with a collar, dark blue Dockers-type pants, and leather black shoes.  However, he knows not to ask because of my father mind-games. Arsen seemed bothered by my long exhausting drive. So he took over the wheel instead.
Sleep had evaded me; my aching eyes strained open even though the night finally ended and dawn broke over a low peak somewhere in Washington. The gray clouds of  light, streaking across the sky, eased my eyes a bit. But I couldn’t close them; when I did, the images that flashed all too vividly, like still slides behind my lids, were unbearable. Kris’s frightening expression – My father brutal glares, -- The vampire snarling, teeth baring into Kris neck – the dead look on my face of not stopping it. I couldn’t stand to think, except Kris. So I fought against my weariness and hoped the sun rose higher, but not a single drop of sunlight rose through the lands.
I was still awake when we came through a shallow mountain pass and the dark clouds still remained.  I didn’t have enough emotion left to be surprised that we’d made a three-day journey in one. I stared blankly at the wide, flat expanse laid out in front of me.
The shadows of the forest slanted across the freeway –defined, thicker than I remembered, misty than it should be. Nothing can be spotted in this shadowy forest.
I felt relief, a sense of finding Kris.

“Which way to Forks, Derek?” Godric had asked, and I flinched, though his voice was rusty and unalarming. It was the first sound, besides the roar of the car, to break the long night’s silence.

“Stay on I-five N,” Arsen answered automatically. “We’ll pass right by it.”

My brain had worked slowly through the fog of sleep deprivation.

“Why aren’t we flying there?” Godric asked Arsen

“It’s better to be on the grounds, just in case.” Arsen said

As Arsen and Godric talked some more.
I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. The red numbers claimed it was three o’clock, but they gave no indication if it was night or day. No edge of light escaped the thick curtains, but the room was bright with the light from the lamps.
I rose up and staggered to the window, pulling back the drapes.
It was dark outside. Three in the noon, then.
I looked down at myself. I was still wearing the same clothes as of last nights.
I was on my way to take a shower when a knock on the door stopped me.