Her Luna

Chapter twelve

My chest was killing me, both the cut from Gena and my lungs as I bent over holding my knees as I tried catching my breath. Sweat was pouring down my forehead intensifying the cool air of this north Idaho weather. 

Pulling out my phone didn't make me feel any better as Strava said I hadn't even reached a mile yet. Having done a lot of hiking, I figured I could jog at least three - what an epic fail!

Taking my earbuds out and turning off Jo Dee Messina's Lesson in Leavin'. I had learned that lesson real well anyway. If she had one on getting in shape fast I'd be more inclined to listen. I just could only hope I didn't pass out before getting back. 

The next few days I didn't see much progress on my path to fitness. I'd get up every morning and head out about five, even before the first cup of coffee. 

The area was practically dead at this time. Latte Barn was opening up, but aside from that, most humans were still sleeping.  Werewolves I knew would still be out and about, even if they would stick to the surrounding mountains and hillsides. Even if I didn't see them, no doubt a certain one with a major attitude problem would definitely hear about me 

Come Friday, my sister stopped by to let me know she had deposited my half of the money from our parents property that had sold while apologizing for not telling me she was going to sell it. Like I cared. Even if it wasn't to Nancy, I wanted nothing to do with the place.

"Any thoughts about what you plan on doing with it yet?" My sister asked peeking through her lashes at me for any sign I might be thinking of taking off again as she slurped the last of her iced coffee.

"Not yet. I'll try and find a used truck but after that, I'm not sure."

"A truck? When did that happen? Don't you want a Prius or something?" She joked.

"Is that a trans or homophobic comment?" I asked pretending to be upset.

"What was wrong with what I said?" She gasped.

"Just because I'm trans, I can't handle a truck? Where's yours? Please tell me Ashley doesn't let you drive."

"She'd kill me if I showed up in an import and it'll be even worse in a Prius. You think you got problems… speaking of which, have you spoken to Nancy again?"

I shook my head. I saw her drive by but that was it. I wasn't even sure she knew I was staying here but I figured she must.

"Maybe I'll celebrate by going out tonight. Wanna hit a club? I know a great little spot in Lakeside." 

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh no! I am not going to get involved with that."

I gave her a hug, then followed her to the door. I was speechless at what I saw as she grabbed a helmet off a dark green motorcycle that said Triumph in large white letters. 

"What is that? When did you start riding?"  

"It's a Street Twin, don't ya love it? After Ashley made me ride with her a few times I realized it was silly of me to be so scared when I can run faster now... " She looked back over her shoulder, casting me a sinister grin from behind her helmet "...when I manage to go the speed limit that is." 

She took off like a wolf after her mate which made me feel more than a little jealous. I met Nancy long before she met Ashley and she was a complete homophobe. Okay, maybe not exactly homophobic,  but still…. Homouneasy? I don't know. The point is she never showed any interest in women. This wasn't supposed to happen! 

It did ease her up I guess. She hadn't called me Luke in awhile, so I guess there's that… And the shitload that's now in my account.  Okay, not a shitload  but still enough to not worry about money for awhile.