The Lycan War: His Lost Luna

Chapter 6

Aurora POV

He caught me looking into his eyes and I had to quickly look away. His eyes seem intimidating, but there's this light in them that makes them very alluring. I felt like I was falling into a trap by looking at them.

"My mother was married to one." I lie and quickly get up again to sit at the door of the van. It's much warmer here since the fire is right outside the doors.

"Was." I can't tell if that's a statement or a question, so I don't answer. Instead, I kick some sand over the fire to get the fire to go out. It's done brewing which means I can store it, but it only stores for a week before it loses its effect. It's better when it's prepared fresh.

"You'll have to drink it again in another couple of hours." I inform him and look up to the sky. I have to make sure we get inside the van when it turns dark out here. Once the fire is completely out, it starts to smoke, but I am hoping that smoke will go away by the time the night begins. During the daylight, it's not that much of a concern out here, but at night, it may be drawing too much attention.

"Thanks." His voice carries over to me like a note of a perfect cello. Not letting that get the better of me, I just nod in his direction to acknowledge his gratitude. Standing back up, I grab some clean kitchen towels to grab the sides of the clay pot and bring it back inside the van. I lay the clay pot in the sink. It should be fine there. No risk of accidentally falling over. Once I pack up everything, I get out of the van and see that the brooding man is resting his eyes. Well, he is either doing that or actually sleeping, but his breaths aren't shallow enough to be sleeping.

"Can you stand a little?" Flashing his eyes open to me, he nods slowly. I help him up, but he weighs heavily on me. We make our way back into the van. Since he is a pretty big man, my van can barely fit him in it. With him here, it actually feels like I have no space to breathe. I sit him on my bed.

Rummaging through my stack of clothes, I find my largest t-shirt and pair of shorts. Though I am not sure if either of those will fit him. The t-shirt is a better bet, but it's all I have for the time being. Taking off his bloodied up shirt, I try to help him put on a new one, but he doesn't bother. Fine.

Putting the dirty one in the shower, I go back to him and place the back of my palm on his forehead to see if his body is cooling down. Red wolfsbane makes the victim overheat, that's why he had to be outside, at least until he got the medicine for it. Now, that we are both in here and he's awake, you would think it would be awkward, but it's not.

"Why are you helping me?" He roughly asks as he grits through his agony. Not facing him, I shrug as I put away the herbs that I was using in its proper spot. I grab a portable water bottle and start to scoop the liquid out. It's enough to fill the portable water bottle and another large bowl. After that's finished, I throw the herbs in the trash along with the bloodied bandages.

Looking at the huge mess before me, I let out an aggreieved sigh. I am going to clean that up. I might as well get started. As I get out my cleaning supplies, I feel his eyes on me at all times, like he's still expecting an. answer to his question.

"I don't know." I answer honestly. "I hit you while you were on the road and I didn't want to leave you to die."

"And my shoes?" Oh yeah, those.

"I heard gunshots in the distance and a bunch of howling so I dragged you into the van and then took off your shoes. I made track marks down hill and across the path to throw them off what direction you went. Then, I threw your two shoes in opposite directions to throw off their scent."

"That's pretty impressive for a human girl." He huffs out.

"You should get some sleep." I tell him as I no longer want to have this conversation. I'm just going to patch him up and then we can go our separate ways.

"I slept the whole day." He remarks, but I finally look up in his direction. His beautiful blue eyes meet mine.

"That medicine will make you drowsy so that you can sleep and let the effects take over."

"How do you know how to make it?" He slurrily asks me as the medicine has already taken its toll.

"My mother was an herbal healer. She taught me how to make it." I tell my half truth. Red wolfsbane only grows on the eastern side. If I told him that she taught me how to make it because she thought people could kill me with it on the east side then he may get suspicious.

He starts to sway as he sits up. I drop the materials that I am holding and go over to the bed. Helping him lay down, I watch as sleep overcomes him. Happy that he's finally out of it again, I go back to cleaning this van. The sun is about to set now. I make sure all the curtains are safely hiding the light from inside the van before I turn on the Christmas lights that light up the van. Looking over at his sculpted body, I hope this isn't a mistake.

Enzo POV

Waking up suddenly, I see Christmas lights along the top of the van. When I look in front of me, I see a bunch of postcards from quite literally everywhere, except Eastern Europe. She sure has travelled to a lot of places. Scanning the small van, I see that it's pretty minimalist and dainty. Everything has its place and it actually feels quite homey in here.

The girl is crawled in the corner farthest away from me, facing towards me, soundly sleeping. But she's shaking uncontrollably. There's a heater on the counter, but it's not in use. Maybe it died. Her face contorts in pain and uncomfortableness.

I have to hold my head down a bit as I sit up on her bed. Damn. I seriously took the bed while she took the floor. I feel better but not great. I stand up, but again I am hunched over as the height of this van is quite short. When I see the heater, I flip it on. Going over slowly to her, I lift her up lightly. Well, I tried to do it lightly, but she still woke up. Startled, she starts to panic, but I don't let go of her.

Instead, I put her on the bed. She's still waking up to what's going on. When she realizes where she is and that I am here, she calms down a bit. That's a strange reaction. Before I get a chance to ask her, she jumps up to grab large bowl filled with that bitter medicinal stuff that she gave me earlier. Damn.

"If you were cold, why didn't you turn on your heater?" I ask her.

"Your fever was spiking a little, so I shut it off. You needed to cool down." She replies quickly and grabs a small pot and then starts her little butane camper fire on her counter. Pouring the medicine into it, she's trying to heat it up.

"You didn't have to do that."

"It's fine." Her reply is short. "Are you hungry?" As I think about her question, I realize that I am f*****g starving. I haven't had anything to eat the whole day besides what she gave me.

"If you have any food, yes." I answer her. She lets a small unknowing smile slip.

"If I have food?" Her quirkiness comes out. "I don't have much food because I was planning on getting food at my next stop, but I have some ramen if that's okay with you." I nod. To be honest, anything is better than nothing at this point.

As with the pot with the medicinal remedy, she pours it back into the large bowl and puts it in on her little bookstand by the bed. Then, she goes to wash out the pot. Not trying to get in her way, I sit on the bed and sip slowly on the medicine per her instructions. When she is done cleaning the pot, she puts some water in it and starts to boil it up. I watch as she grabs some packets of ramen and begin making food. It's a little weird being taken care of in this way. Okay, it's very weird.

"Are you feeling better?" She asks softly.

"Yes, thank you." I yawn out and outstretch my arms. Though I am completely bare chested, I still have my pants on, but they're pretty dirtied up. When I see the floor, I see that she scrubbed the hell out of those floors to get the blood out.

She turns to me to hand me a bowl of ramen with a fork in the bowl. Eyeing her fingers, I can tell they're sore and raw from whatever she's been doing today as they are still fresh wounds. I grab her hands and slip the bowl out of her hands to put it on the bedside table.

"Your hands are wounded." I make note. "You need to bandage it up." She shakes her head.

"It's fine." Quickly, her hands slip away from mine. She's quite shy and timid, I observe. "Go ahead and eat. Make sure you drink the rest of that." She points to my unfinished medicine. I give her a quick nod. When she turns back around to grab her portion, I push my body to hit against the back of the van so she has a place to sit on the bed. She eyes me nervously.

"Sit." She sits on the bed but on the very edge of it. "Are you always travelling alone?" I ask as I put the empty bowl of ramen and sit next to her on the edge of the bed.

Her body language faces the opposite direction of me. She doesn't want to answer the question. "I will not hurt you." I assure her. I mean she kind of saved my life, I can't exactly kill her.

"I can take the floor. You don't have to be without a bed." I tell her as I slurp up the last bit of the medicine she gave me and set that aside as well. There's this hard numbing pain again, but this time it doesn't hit as badly as the time before.

"You would be much more comfortable on the bed. I'll be alright." She shrugs as she now faces at least in my general direction this time. Her hair falls into her face as she tries to eat the rest of her food and I unconsciously move my hand and tuck that hair behind her ear, causing her to shiver a bit.

"You'll be cold." I remind her, but she just shrugs. She looks exhausted. I suppose she didn't get much sleep while I slept the whole day. That's just great. Be an asshole. "Where are we?"

"Just outside Montpellier in France." Her soft voice moves something in me. That's weird. I take a deep breath, but she just smells simply human. When I touched her, it felt nice but it's not that tingle that I imagine you would feel if you found your mate.

"You're still shaking." I tell her as she tries to get herself to stop, but she can't. Grabbing her finished bowl, I place it on the counter. Before I can say more, I hear a crack from outside the van.

"What is it?" She quickly asks me when she sees that my demeanor has changed.

"Rogue."