A / N : Chapter length will pick up exponentially when Ari meets the rest of the main characters ~ !
I pulled into a motel towards the center of town. It was a toss-up between being on the outskirts, and therefore being in a position for the easiest getaway, and being at the heart, where I had easy access to anywhere the action was likely to be.
And knowing the situation going on in insomniac Beacon Hills, there was likely to be a lot of action.
I grabbed by one bag and slung it over my shoulder. It held a lot of the usual luggage suspects: dresses, leather, sundries, and an extra pair of socks. But it also contained little vials of wolfsbane and mountain ash, sealed with kisses. I had too much honour to play dirty, but I could sleep just as well at night for playing strategic.
I tapped the bell at the counter.
Three minutes later I was throwing my duffel at the foot of my bed and taking out a sweater to sleep in.
As I pulled it over my head, I caught the grey flash of my eyes in the mirror, and the scars running in slashes across my sides like gnarled lightning.
Party favours from Alaric.
But that was almost in another lifetime.
I flexed my fingers, and my claws came out. Instead of trapping myself in the past, I tried to anchor myself in the future. One day I was gonna see what would happen if I painted them.
Twenty minutes later I lay in my bed, waiting for sleep to take me.
On the bedside table were the addresses of all the werewolves I knew who lived in town.
Tomorrow afternoon I would drop in on Hale.
Tomorrow morning I would be going to school.