The Heart Has Chosen

finding the tracker 11

Chapter 11

Sammy POV

How did he know where I was? The guy that came to the window was human. I knew he was. Even if he had been hiding his scent, I still would’ve figured it out. I always could. Then suddenly Sal said,

"Sammy, there's a tracker. Look at your phone. See the red blinking light?"

Motherfucker. There it was. Kane gave me this phone, telling me it was just in case I got lost so he could always find me. I was so damn stupid. Now I knew why he always seemed to know where I was all the damn time. Now, Sam is tracking me. Not for long.

“Well, Sal, we won’t have a phone for a while.”

I crushed the phone with my bare hands, then tossed it out the window. The stranger did say there was a diner two miles down the road, so I drove out of the woods toward it. Sure enough, there it was, a small building with the word DINER glowing on top of it.

There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, but a few people were leaving. I sighed.

“Screw it. Let’s get something to eat.”

I walked inside.

“This is a to-go order. Can I get some scrambled eggs with sprinkled cheese on top and some toast, please?”

The girl behind the counter rang it up.

“That’ll be four dollars and fifty cents, ma’am.”

I paid her, then waited for my food. A few minutes later, she returned with a bag that had two boxes inside.

“Are you sure this is mine? I only ordered eggs and toast.”

She smiled softly, kindness filling her eyes.

“Ma’am, not many people come here just for eggs and toast. Just take the food. And wherever you’re going, I hope you make it there safe.”

Looking into her eyes, I noticed they were the same color as the guy’s who gave me the coffee earlier.

I nodded. “Thank you. Have a great night at work, and stay safe.”

She smiled again and quietly thanked me. I grabbed the food and headed out of town. I never realized how many people could be so kind to someone when they had no clue what I was.

Sam POV

I let out a loud, dangerous growl. Every rogue in the room dropped to one knee. They were scared when I got like this. Good.

They should be. The b***h figured out about the phone. About the tracker. She must’ve tossed the damn thing out the f*****g window.

“Damn it!”

Now I was going to have to make a few phone calls.

I wasn’t exactly sure where she was headed anymore, but I knew sooner or later I’d find her. She’d either end up killing someone to protect herself, or she’d stay somewhere long enough for me to track her down again. Let’s just hope it’s sooner rather than later.