The Unintended

Chapter 7

“You couldn’t just put her back like I told you.” said Dr. Poole sharply.

“Something f****d up is going on. I can’t just ignore what happened. Do you know anyone who we can talk to? I dont know what to do for her when... you know... she changes?” said Hunter.

“It was better to leave it alone. Do you know what kind of hell you’re going to bring down on us?”

“I’m sorry, doctor. Please, I am asking for your help. What happened to this girl is wrong and you know it. I just want to get her someone who can help.” begged Hunter.

“Okay, I understand, you’re right. I don’t like Wers, but she was human and didn’t deserve that. I know someone who will talk to you. She’s a neutral party. She is a talented witch named Lydia. Let her know you have a delicate situation. I'll text you her number. It better be the last time I hear about this, okay? ”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Hunter hung up. A few seconds later, he got Dr. Poole’s text.

“Good news, I have got someone who may talk to us. At least it is someone we can trust,” said Hunter.

“Good to know. What now?” asked Mira.

“We will talk to a witch named Lydia.” Hunter smiled and pressed the call button.

“Wait. What? Witches are real too!?”

Hunter continued to smile and held up a finger to hush her. Mira was surprised, and now had many more questions. She sat back on the couch, dizzy from the day, and listened to Hunter quietly.

“May I speak with Lydia?”

“Well... No. I’m not calling about your warranty... I got your number from Dr. Poole. He said you could help us with a delicate situation.”

“No, not exactly. I don’t think this is something you see every day. We would like to meet with you in person, if you don’t mind. It is a lot to get into over the phone.”

“Yes, I know where it is. I understand. I appreciate it. There is a lot of shade there. Thank you.”

“With traffic, we can be there in about thirty minutes.”

“Great, thank you. We appreciate it. See you soon.” said Hunter before he disconnected the call.

“So, witches are real too?” asked Mira.

“Yep,” said Hunter. “Dr. Poole said we can trust her. She wants to meet on neutral ground and will see us at Wattle Park in a half hour. Thats smart. You ready?” he said.

Mira nodded and followed him to the garage.

“We are going to take the bike. As you can see, the car has some issues. LA cops are d***s. We don’t need to hand them a reason to pull us over.”

Mira looked at the car with a smashed headlight, a dent in the hood and a smashed windshield. She shivered. “Is this what you hit me with?”

“You make it sound so bad.”

Mira laughed. “I guess so. I can’t believe I survived that.” She said.

“If you were still human, it would have killed you.”

Hunter walked to a shelf along the wall where he picked up an extra helmet and handed it to her, then slid into a leather jacket and put on his own helmet. “Have you been on a bike before?” he asked as he strapped the helmet to his head.

“No,” she answered.

“Okay. It’s pretty easy. Wrap your arms around me, hold on and lean with me.” he said, as he secured the helmet to her head.

“Sounds simple enough,” she said.

Hunter hit a button on the wall, opening the garage door. He then straddled the bike. Mira looked at him, unsure. It was now or never if she wanted answers. She jumped on the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his hard, muscular core. She was both impressed and turned on. Considering what happened to her in the past 24 hours, he felt nice and safe. He walked the bike out the garage door onto the driveway and kicked it on. The garage door behind them closed when he hit a button on the handle of the bike. ” Hold on,” said Hunter. The bike launched forward, with all its motorized horsepower vibrating between her thighs. She had a feeling she was going to like motorcycles.

Mira leaned against Hunter’s back with her arms wrapped around his waist. They weaved in and out of traffic like the wind. It seemed like no time at all had passed before Hunter took the turn into the park. He cruised the bike to the parking section, pulled into a spot and they disembarked the bike. “Do you know who we are looking for?” asked Mira.

“No,” answered Hunter. “She said just walk the trail and she would know us.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

The two started walking down a well-shaded path. It wasn’t long before they heard a voice behind them.

“Well, you’re right, seeing a vamp and a Wer together isn’t something you see every day.”

The pair spun around to see a short woman, in a blue dress, with short black hair standing there, her hand having lowered the pair of shades to the bridge of her nose so she could get a better look at the odd couple.

“How did you know?” asked Mira.

“Oh please, you two stick out like a sore thumb. I spotted you as soon as you pulled up.”

“Oh.” said Mira.

“Thanks for seeing us. My name is Hunter.” he said, putting out his hand.

“You’re a vampire named Hunter?” asked Lydia, turning her head to the side.

Mira giggled. “Thats what I said.”

“What? I don’t get it,” said Hunter.

“So, what did you drag me out here for?” asked Lydia.

“I am not sure what to ask. I guess the first thing I want to know is what happens when I change. Is it a full moon thing? Can I change at will? Do I live forever? Are silver bullets the only way to kill a werewolf?”

“You’re a werewolf, and you don't know how it works? Asked Lydia.

“Mira was turned, not born.” said Hunter.

“Oh, well, that makes more sense,” said Lydia with her eyes widened. “Its best we keep walking. I know a place next to the water where we can talk freely. Follow me.”

The three walked the trail, along a flowing creek, beneath the canopy of leaves. Mira looked around. Being out in nature is something she has always done, but this time, things were different. She could hear muffled conversations of families from the picnic area, children laughing, and small animals scurrying beneath the bushes. The scents assaulted her senses, more alive than she had ever been.

It wasn’t long before the three settled in a small sandy cove along the bend of the creek. Lydia noticed Mira looking around in awe.

“A little overwhelming is it dear?” Lydia asked Mira.

“Yeah, things are so... I’m not sure I know what I would call it.”

“Well, get used to it, heightened senses are part of it.” said Lydia.

“Dr. Poole said you could help us with some information about werewolves.” said Hunter.

“He is so sweet. Yes, I am a nurse, more or less, healer to a pack of rogue werewolves. What do you want to know?”

“I dont know how this whole werewolf thing works. What happens when we change? Why can I smell and crave blood? Like Hunter over here, I can smell him. He smells like raw meat.”

“Well, you smell like a wet dog,” said Hunter.

“Whoa, slow down there a bit. One at a time?” Lydia laughed.

Hunter sat on a log and gazed into the water, listening, as he was curious about all of this, too. He wanted to help Mira the best he could. He had to admit, he knew nothing about werewolves, how to treat them, what to do for them. He was at a complete loss.

Lydia began. “You are different from a normal Wer. You will change on the moon. That’s a given for any werewolf. Because you were turned, not born, changing at will is a challenge. I’m not saying it can’t be done, but it will take practice. Bing turned is a complication. Had you been born a Wer, you could communicate with your wolf. They are bonded, raised together. But because you were turned, that bond hasn’t been forged. Your wolf will also be uncontrollable, like a wild animal. That brings us to our current problem tonight."

"What does that mean, problem tonight? "asked Mira.

“What it means is you might turn again tonight. The moon holds three nights of magic. The night before, the actual full moon and the night after. Every witch knows it is the best time to cast certain spells. Last night was the true full moon, which may be why you changed so soon after being turned. Do you have a place you can be secured?”

“Yes, secured. Locked up?”

“We haven’t thought that far ahead,” said Hunter.

“Well, you had better come up with something. You don’t want to be in her path when she does turn. You do know who ever did this to her will definitely be looking for her, especially tonight.”

“How did you know that?” asked Mira.

“I am an intuitive. I pick up on things. That’s how I knew who you two were when you got here. I am also well informed of werewolf law, and you aren’t supposed to exist.”

“Yeah, I've heard.” said Mira, frustrated.