Chapter Four
(WARNING ALCOHOL REFERENCE)
Tracker's only thought was revenge, she knew just how to bring the school and all of her past enemies down. First she would make them wonder and with that Tracker vanished into the dark shadows.
Four Months Later
Tracker slammed the door of the tractor-trailer shut. She had caught a ride with a truck driver who had stopped at this run-down bar in the middle of no-where. This suited Tracker just fine and it helped her keep her rage in check so the driver was still alive, for now. She pulled the hood up on her black cloak before she shoved the door opened and walked inside. Noise and many smells hit her all at once, only years of control kept her from vomiting at the smells that were out of control in this place. Although one smell that reached her smelled pleasant, it was definitely male it had a sharp bite of pine tree but underneath that it smelled like the earth after a storm, fresh, clean and dangerous.
Tracker released a bit of her own smell one of her habit's that she didn't worry about controlling. She was an alpha female feral and she was proud of it, after a second she pulled her scent in and created a small odor shield around her one that kept the smells out and her smell in, before she walked to the bar and ordered a beer. Alcohol had a soothing effect on her feral nature although she had to consume seven times the amount of a dedicated alcoholic in order to feel any buzz from it. A loud announcement came from what she presumed to be a fighting cage she paid no attention to it instead she turned her thoughts inward as she drank her first beer and ordered another. The school was trying to find her and although they were trying to keep it quiet about her disappearance some of her old enemies had found out and were searching for her as well.
Two hours Later
Tracker was now on her fifty-ninth beer and she had twenty gins as well but she still didn't have a buzz. After her twentieth beer the bartender had insisted that she pay before each drink, probably thinking that she would pass out and he wouldn't get his money, but whatever. Tracker sipped down the last of the beer and cracked her neck. It was time that she started looking for another ride, she could have bought her own vehicle but for now she was content to hitchhike. Tracker let her eye's rove over the few left inside the bar, there was a passed out trucker on the one and only couch, the bartender, the owner and what smelled like his wife. Also the guy from the cage fight who was called Wolverine, and two other guy's one who had obviously lost a fight with this Wolverine and the guy's friend.