War Dog: The Lord of Wolves Series.

Chapter 5: The unexpected.

It's been three days and I haven't seen Apollo... I also refuse to call him 37... to call him that makes it seem like he's property then a person... I did a measly internet search on his name the only thing I could find was the meaning of his name... it meant Destroyer in Greek. "Alessia? Hey your shift ended 15 minutes ago." The owner of the bar says as he tabs the counter I'm cleaning. "Oh sorry... thank you." I say then pull my apron off until a thought comes to my mind. "Umm sir can I get a bowl of of that soup from lunch?" I ask with a sweet smile.

After I gather the bowl of soup and putting in a bag and walking out I look around and sniff the air before I start walking towards the lumber yard. Once I'm shrouded in the woods I pull my clothes off and stuff them into the bag shivering a little from the autumn weather before shifting to my wolf form shaking out my chocolate brown fur then picking up the bag in my jaws and start running the closer I get the stronger his scent is, it lead away just slightly from the lumber yard... his scent is stronger now... his scent the smell of leaves and the earth itself... but also a human smell a dangerous smell... oil, gun powder, and metal. my ears perk up as a shed comes to view stopping to sniff... He's inside.

Putting the bag down I shift back to my human form and quickly put on my clothes letting out shuddering bur before picking up the bag walking up to the door of the shed giving it two knocks then waiting as has I freeze in the dropping temperature it might snow soon. Having enough of waiting I open the door and step inside but upon entering I'm suddenly slammed face first against the wall next to the door naturally I struggle but instantly stop when I feel a guns barrel next to my face.

"State your business and you might live." Apollo's voice rumbles out behind me.

Taking a deep breathe as I try to look at him but he keeps me still. "A.Apollo... It's me Alessia." My voice makes his grip loosen and he puts the down gun clicking the safety on before stepping or well stumbling back to a spot on the floor. "What are you doing here?" He asks sitting down looking at her his face is paler then before and it makes me fold my arms.

"I had a feeling." I snap then grab the bag and pull out the bowl of soup. "Oh good it's still hot." I smile walking over taking the lid off.

Raising a brow at me. "You came to being me soup... You almost got shot... Over soup." He huffs at me then takes the bowl when I offer it.

"Just eat it." I grumble feeling his forehead and just has I thought he still had his fever. "You're burning up... It's by the grace of the Moon Mother that you're alive." I sit cross legged next to him, setting the bowl down in his lap giving me a confused look. "The hell is a Moon Mother?" He asks this question and it makes me flinch back and blink at him in surprise.

"The... The Moon Mother also known as the Moon Goddess." I explain to him a bit confused by his question and this is when I realize how different our paths had been. "Never heard of em." He says with raising both brows as he drinks the broth and finishes the soup.

"Your pack or parents never taught you of our past and history?" I ask in disbelief. Apollo just shakes his head. "Haven't a pack ever...never had parents only the A-project." He answers with heavy sigh leaning his head back his complexion looks better after eating.

"The A-Project? What is that?" I asks now curious about exactly who Apollo is. He looks as if he's about to fall asleep as he looks at me with a heavy lid stare. "The Apollo Project." He answers simply as his head nods as he's fighting sleep wanting to know more but knowing it would be selfish to keep him awake. Looking around I see a makeshift bed on the floor, standing up I shake him gently and help him to stand then walking him over and laying him down and covering him up. I get a good look at the shed he had made a home out of and I was surprised at the amount of gear he had... He looked like he was equipped to take on an army with his small armory and I couldn't begin to tell you half the stuff he had in here, walking over to a small table with many tools on it and some paperwork in a folder my curiosity was itching but I had to respect his privacy but I did look at a group photo of armed men and women 40 of them and there off to the side is a younger version of Apollo before his eye was closed and scarred. His shivering catches my attention and look back at him it was chilly in here for Lycans but freezing for humans because our body temps run higher but since he has a fever... He's cold. Walking over I grabbing his coat on the way I blush at what I'm about to do... Getting under the covers with him and throws the coat over us up as to warm him with my body heat slowly he started to stop shivering... Damn he smells good, has soon as that came into my mind my blush reaches my ears and I hide my face in the blanket which did help because it smelt like him... Oh god it smelt like him which means I'm going to smell like him...what am I going to do? Trying not to think about it I switch my thinking to what he said the Apollo Project... It didn't take long to put together his name search I made to what he said and I come up with Destroyer Project but even that just made it more of a mystery. After a while with me warring with my mind I end up falling asleep.

Hearing shuffling and soft sounds of clinging metal. I open my eyes I sit up rubbing my face. "You're a bed hog and you snore." Apollo's voice says from work table he's sitting at.

"Do not..." My voice comes out in a grumble before I freeze scrambling to grab my phone and check the time. "Crap! I was suppose to be at the rec-center 30 mins ago." Has I have three miss calls and five texts from my mother getting up I comb through my hair with my fingers. Apollo looked better and it seemed his fever broke. "Drink water and keep resting." I tell him after I feel his forehead then walk to the door. "Thank you again." He says over his shoulder looking back at him I smile softly before taking off running through the woods past the lumber yard then stumbling out into the gravel parking lot at the back of the bar stopping to catch my breathe pulling my phone out and start texting my Mom until I felt sting in my neck like a prick turning to look what it was but my vision quickly blurs and I pass out after a rag covers my mouth and nose.