The Lycan War: His Lost Luna

Chapter 7

Aurora POV

What? That's not possible. I was careful. There shouldn't be any rogues in this area. f**k. I get up and so does he, but he gets in front of me and sits me back down.

"Stay." He orders me as he opens up the van door and I hear growling from outside. There's more than one. Damn it. I grab the shot gun from under the bed in one of my drawers. Once I load it up, I hesitate, but I still hear a bunch of growling from outside.

"Screw it." I say out loud and then open the van door. When I do, I hear the growling stop. I go to the other side of the van and see there are five dead werewolves on the ground with the lycan in the middle, breathing heavy.

"I said stay." He growls at me before grabbing ahold of me and leading me back towards the van. I put the shot gun down and he closes the van door behind him. "What do you think you were doing? You could have gotten killed."

"I was worried since you were injurred and it sounded like there was more than one." I assure him.

"I can handle a couple of rogue werewolves." He practically growls at me. I flinch at his reaction and his eyes go from angry to soft.

"We should get on the road." I tell him as I grab the keys and the slip into the driver's seat with a baseball cap on. It's already 10 PM. If we travel now, there would be less people on the roads, but we may be suspected of running away from someone if we leave too quickly. I hear the side door of the van slam and the passenger side open up just as I insert the key and turn it to start the car.

"Drive." He says abruptly.

"Stay in the back of the van." I tell him, but he's stubborn and won't listen to me. "If someone is looking for you, they'll know someone helped you. If you stay up here and they spot the two of us, they'll find us." I raise my voice a bit at him because I so don't want to argue about this.

Though I can tell that what I said makes sense to him as he gets out of the passenger seat and goes in to the side of the van to get in the back of the van. I let out a deep breath and start to drive. It stays quiet on the roads for the most part and I don't hear any howling, so we may be in the clear.

After driving for about five hours with no disturbances, I decide to stop at a motel. Usually these things are run by humans, but you see the occassionaly werewolves running them. But this town is too small to have a werewolf packing running around here. To be sure, I tell the man in the back of the van to stay there while I go check it out.

When I get into the lobby, there is a rough looking guy standing at the counter. He looks me up and down before giving me a little smirk. While I look around the lobby to see what I am dealing with, the man has two bottles of liquor. One of them is already halfway done and the other is brand new. There are no cameras in the lobby which means he probably doesn't want people to know what kind of shady business they have going on in here. Not a werewolf motel.

"One room please." I ask nicely as that man licks his lips before handing over a key. "If available, can I have the farthest room from the road? Sometimes those care lights sneak through the window and I wake up or even small sounds will wake me up." Giving that sleazy man a small smile, I see he buys it. He turns over and unhooks a different room key to give to me.

"50 euros, pretty lady." He says to me in his disgusting tone of voice. I pull out the 50 euros and put it on the counter, careful to not touch him. Usually werewolves tend to stay in nicer facilities like hotels and such, not in some dingy human motel. We will be safe here, at least for now.

I drive the van towards the back of the motel. There's hardly anyone back here. I decide to park it next to their trash can to mask any scent the van has now because of him. It also hides the van decently well from anyone passing by quickly.

"Come on." I tell him as I grab his shirt from the shower floor and then a few clothes of my own. He follows me quickly and then we are locked in the comfort of a room. "The motel is human owned, so we should be okay."

"You sure have a few tricks up your sleeve." He observes as he sits on the bed and the bed creaks and dips low because of that.

"Go take a shower. Clean all the blood and grime off of you. They should have some soap and stuff in there. It won't mask your scent completely but it should help." I gesture at him and he nods to agree with me. I wonder what he was doing back there for the past five hours when I asked him to go back there. We didn't really talk much and I had the CD player on to help keep me awake.

This motel was supposed to be one of my destinations if I felt someone following me, but I wasn't going to stay the night. I was just going to go into it to look unsuspecting.

The shower starts to run, so I sit on the bed. I am utterly exhasuted. I have been up now for the past 24 hours and I can barely hold my eyes open long enough to see the man get out of the shower. Before long, I am swaying in place and I feel my body shutting down. The bed suddenly calls out to me and I lay my head, just to rest for a moment before I take a shower as well.

***

Slowly opening my eyes to the morning sun, I must have slept longer than I had anticipated. Not wanting to get out of the comfort of the blanket over me and the hard chest my face is on, I nuzzle in deeper. Wait. Chest? My eyes shoot open to see the man in laying on his back, looking down at me as his hand softly rub my head.

"What's going on?" I ask him shyly. Looking down, I see my shirt has been changed, but I was wearing the same sweatpants. His strong arm holds me in place as my leg is wrapped around his leg. Oh, geez. I slowly remove my leg off of him and push against his rock hard chest to sit up.

"The hotel manager was in our room last night after I took my shower. I thought you were talking to him, but apparently you weren't." I blink twice at him as I try to adjust my eyes to the light.

"What do you mean he was in here? I locked the door, I think." Did I lock the door? Was I so tired that I forgot to do that?

"He had a key. By the time I came out here, your shirt was already off. I kicked him out and I was going to put you in your old shirt, but it was ripped off of you so I grabbed your newer shirt and put it on you." He says calmly. Though I am not sure I believe him and that he didn't do anything to me while I was sleeping, the guy at the front desk was really sleazy and gave me a creepy vibe before I checked in, so I guess it's plausible.

"Thanks." I tell him as I cough up a bit. "I'm going to take a shower. Then, we can get something to eat and hit the road." He nods and lets me go. Once I am out of his hold, I scurry to the bathroom with my spare clothes. That was kind of weird. Why was I crawled up to him like that? I shake in place and then turn on the shower.

As I let the steaming hot water run its course down my skin, I shudder in the thought of what would have happened if this man didn't stop the human man from touching me in my sleep. I know better than to get that much lack of sleep. Showering for god knows how long, I finally get out of there. My hair is wet, but I can blowdry it.

When I open the door, I see the lycan man stand at the window and looking out. He's in his trousers, but they look cleaner and he has his white button down shirt that's missing a couple of buttons, but that's cleaned too. He must have washed it last night and then dried it.

"Everything okay?" I ask as I grab the blowdryer and start blowdrying my hair.

"Looks like it." Something is on his mind, I can feel it. "Do you have a phone?" I shake my head.

"Do you want me to drop you off somewhere? You only need one more dose of that medicine and you should be fully cured in the next couple of hours." I tell him.

"Let's drive to the depths of the forest past Geneva. I can get out there." He replies to me, not nearly as cold hearted as the day before. That's a good sign I suppose. Once my hair dries off, I grab our things and make sure I scrub everything down of our existence there. He watches me carefully as I do this.

When I am satisfied that is settled, he opens the door for me. When I get out of there, I see a pile of blood. Not too much, but it is definitely noticeable. I look up at him and he ignores it.

"What did you say happen to the hotel manager?" I ask, but he just gives me a disgruntled growl instead. Okay, then. At least, we're not talking about the fact that we cuddled up together last night. It still freaks me out thinking about it.

This time he gets in the passenger seat while I am in the driver's seat. I just look at him like he forgot about our conversation from last night.

"If they didn't find us by now, they're long gone." He tells me, though I am unsure about that, I just shake it off. As we pass by the front of the motel, I see a bunch of cop cars out front.

"Tell me that wasn't you." I practically bark at him, but he just huffs out this large irritated breath. Shaking my head, I just keep driving until we hit the streets of Geneva. At the edge of town, there is a bakery, we can probably stop there to eat. This time, I park the van a bit closer to the cafe since we are both in the front seat, that way no one knows the back of the van is a living quarter. Plus, there are so many people on the streets, it would be hard to pick us out.

"Black coffee." He says to the girl batting her eyelashes at him. Waiting for her to look at me so I can make an order, she doesn't. "And whatever my girlfriend wants." I blink. That's when her smile turns into a frown and she looks down towards me.

"Just a latte and two slices of your walnut cake, please." I smile lightly back at the girl, but she just sneers at me. That's when I look around and realize that we're drawing a lot of attention. That's probably because of his tall and enormous build and my short and small one.

"15 francs." She says to me abruptly and I nod. Giving her a 20 in francs, she gives me my change before giving wide a smile again to the man standing next to me.

We get out of line and head towards the back of the cafe at a table. He seems relaxed here, but I know he probably needs to call home. Or whoever he needs to get in contact with.

"Ma'm." I stop a waitress going around. "Do you think he could use your phone?" She gives me a polite nod and reaches into her apron and hands me the portable restaurant phone. "Here."

"Thanks." He says. Grabbing the phone from me, he heads into the bathroom to make his call. Okay, then. Waiting for our food order, the same cashier girl drops off our coffee and pastry.

"Thank you." I say lightly before taking a sip of the coffee. She doesn't leave, instead she just squints hard at me. "Can I help you ma'm?"

"You're not that pretty." Taken aback by her words, I give her a curious look.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm just wondering what that guy sees in you. It's definitely not looks and by your clothes, it can't be because of money." Blinking back, I just give a light smile.

"You'll have to take that up with him."

"Maybe I will." She gives a snarky response and I c**k my head at her, wondering what she plans on doing, but ultimately deciding that it's none of my business. Before long though, a loud slamming occurs and the entire cafe looks at the direction of the bathroom where that man just walked out of, but this time, the cashier is straddling him and has her lips on his..