Hunted - Chapter 3

My hands were bleeding! No need to Panic! I tried to calm down but it wasn't working. I had ever reason to panic. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I scolded myself. I had lived 2 weeks peacefully in Simcoe and now because of one mistake-

I took a deep breathe. Ok, I had planned for this the moment I moved here. I quickly opened my purse and grabbed the guaze from it. I wrapped it around my hands. Just 5 minutes that's all I needed then it would be fine. I pulled out the mini water bottle spray and perfume. I can do this. Looking at my phone I noticed 2 minutes had already gone by. Just 3 more minutes. I quickly moved through the streets because I didn't want to remain too close to my workplace. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. Then I heard the 1st howl. S**t, s**t, s**t! I didn't have anymore time.

I tore open my bandage and saw my hands were healed and only slight scars were visible which would disappear within the last minute too. The 2nd howl came and it seemed closer than before but not too close. I grabbed the bandages which had my dried blood on them and I had already calculated where the closest public washroom was. Exactly 10 metres away. Half running, I headed towards it.

I sighed as I saw the washroom getting closer. I heard another howl, this one was too close for Comfort. I quickly took the bandages and tossed them in the toilet flushing them. I can worry about what problems I'm going to cause the plumber afterwards. Why am I even thinking about the plumbing issues at a time like this?! I quickly sprayed down any blood I may have gotten on my purse with the spray bottle. Then finally I sprayed myself with so much perfume that I started coughing. I put both things back in my purse and started walking out of the bathroom like an ordinary human being.

I could hear them now. I pulled out my phone. I needed to calm down my heartbeat too. I took a deep breath and started looking at the memes I had ever screenshoted. Some of them were actually so funny that I didn't have to pretend to laugh.

The 20 minute walk home felt like the longest walk ever. I know I was being watched for the first 10 minutes but after that I didn't feel or hear anything. That didn't mean no one was there. It just meant they were out of sight.

I stopped infont of my apartment building. The 6 floor building that looked like it could collapse any moment because it was so old. I went up the stairs to my fourth floor because I didn't trust that death trap elevator.

Once I got to my floor, my unit was the first one. I could hear the screaming and yelling from my 'friendly, social, outgoing' neighbours'. I quickly went in and closed the door. I surveyed my 2 main exits. The door I had just come in through and the balcony.
I laughed hysterically as I saw my reflection in the windows. My black hair was in tangles or as my mom would've have once said, 'like a birds nest.' In the reflection, an tear escaped from my blue eyes.

I slapped my cheeks. No time to cry! So, I barely escaped near death. That's what I get for living in Simcoe where I knew the pack lived, but I had no other choice. Live under the packs nose or get hunted out there. This seemed like a better choice.

Laughter escaped from my lips again. What would the pack do to a werewolf whose scent they couldn't smell? Who could initially be a threat to them? I slumped to the ground and let my head drop back on the door and let the silent tears roll down my cheeks.