Evelyn POV
Ryland drives us to a motel since we have no idea where to go. We know I can’t go back, so that doesn’t leave many options. The motel is one of those you find on the highway, in the middle of nowhere, that looks like something a serial killer has used to stalk their victims.
The man behind the counter looks like he doesn’t get much human interaction; he is awkward and makes me feel uncomfortable. Even after we are inside, I check the locks and the windows; Ryland shakes his head at my paranoia.
“What are you doing?” he asks, as I check the door again.
“Checking the door. He gave me the creeps,” I tell him, and Ryland shakes his head again, chuckling.
“You’re in a motel room with a Lycan, but that puny human gives you the creeps?” he scoffs.
“You don’t scare me. You’re mi
