Lots of good smells in the woods here. Let’s not go back to Chicago.
It was tempting to hide out here so I’d never have to face my werewolf-
hating family or the psychopath sorcerer or my condition. If only I could just
forget it all and start a new life.
Or we'll be a wolf all the time, and you can be a human when the moon is
full.
Deep down, we both knew there was no escaping things.
The chatty old guy dropped me off at a strip mall in a small town called
Forks. He even gave me twenty bucks to grab a bite to eat.
I ordered a large turkey club from Subway and put on my best smile
when I asked the cashier to borrow his phone. Thankfully, he was a teenage
boy, and I could tell he had the hots for me. He unlocked the phone, and I slid
into a booth and pulled up Google. I hadn’t memorized Jaxson’s or Casey’s
numbers, so I looked up the number for Eclipse.
As the phone rang, I prayed to God that Jaxson was there and not still
stuck in the Dreamlands. Just the thought of that place had my mind
wandering, and I couldn’t shake the image of Jaxson's lips pressed against
mine as his fingers worked me in all the right places. Had that really
happened, or was it all just a dream?
My cheeks blazed when I realized that my skin was flushed and there was
a mounting tightness in my center.
Jaxson's rough voice answered, and tingles worked their way up my
thighs.
“Jaxson, thank fuck,” I blurted, clenching my legs together.
“Savannah! Where are you?” His words vibrated with agitation and
exhaustion.
“I’m in Forks, Washington,” I answered. “And I found the bastard.”
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I pulled into the crowded parking lot of the strip mall, my frustration