Alpha & Luna

Chapter 12

I'm shuffling along the hospital corridor with Sebastian at my side. Most of my weight is leaning on him and his hand encircles my waist. Initially, he wanted to carry me but I refused. I'd been sitting down all day and I wanted some exercise.

As we shuffle along at turtle's pace, I ask "So what did you find out about the rogues?" Sebastian growls and his hand tightens around my waist. I had asked before but every time Sebastian would get angry so I would drop the topic. But now I need to know. I deserve to know if I had been stalked and for how long.

"Leslie. Not now." He says as we continue down the corridor at a slow pace.

"No Sebastian. I deserve to know. Tell me what you and Brian found out." I say and stop walking to look him directly in the face. I unhook his arm from around my waist to lean against the hospital wall with my arms crossed on my chest.

He runs his fingers in frustration through his hair before saying, "They had been watching you for a long time. We estimate a week. Maybe longer. We found their campsite in the woods behind your house."

I feel my heart pound in my chest. To know that those werewolves had been watching me for a week makes my skin crawl.

"But why?"

"We don't know. But we did find pictures of you and your father scattered around the campsite."

And my heart skips a beat at the information. My Dad? Why would anyone want my Dad? And pictures of me? We don't even have anything valuable. Why would they want anything to do with me? With my Dad? I can feel myself start shaking.

"Leslie, hey, they're gone now. No one will ever hurt you again. I'll always protect you from now on." Sebastian says with his hands on my hips. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before nodding my head.

"Come on. Let's go." And we continue shuffling on. Soon, I'm seated in the passenger side of a spacious SUV with Sebastian behind the wheel. He turns onto a road that leads out of pack territory.

"Sebastian wait. This isn't the road to my house. You just missed it." I say as I look out the window.

"We're not going back there Leslie."

"What? I can't just leave all my stuff there. We need to turn back."

"I've already seen to it. Most of your clothes and things are already in my home. Someone's already cleaned up the mess and everything is locked and secured." He says to me with his eyes on the road.

"But Sebastian we have to go back. I need to say goodbye. And I need to get something out of the safe." I say frantically. That had been my home for all my life. I can't just leave. I want to remember my father's scent for the last time.

"I said no! We're not going back!" Sebastian yells at me while gripping the steering wheel tightly. I'm shocked at his outburst.

"What's wrong with you? Why can't we go back? I only want 10 minutes." I yell back at him. Why was he so adamant that we not return?

Sebastian takes a deep breath before looking at me. "I'm sorry. It's just I don't want to go back there. Remembering as you laid dying in my arms is not something I want to relive. I can't go back there."

After a moment,I sit back in my seat and say, "Okay. We don't have to go back."

"Thank you." He replies and I turn to look out the window and think.

I'm sad that we won't be going back to my home. I'd lived there for so long and it still carried my father's comforting scent. But most of all, I am sad about leaving behind my father's manuscript.

My father had started writing this manuscript way before I was born. It was about a boy named Victor going around the world seeking out adventures. My father used to tell me stories of how Victor met the Queen of England. How Victor went surfing with the turtles in Fiji. How Victor saved a koala bear from a poacher. And I grew up listening to these stories and it wasn't long before I started making stories of my own about Victor. My Dad and I would stay up all night thinking about new adventures Victor could embark on.

Naturally, I became a writer. A story teller. With my father's permission, I continued Victor's adventures in my books.

I asked my father why he didn't publish Victor's stories under his own name instead but he never gave me a straight answer. Instead, he would just shake his head and walk away.