Bloodbound to the Lycan King Chapter 34 34

Sterling City is a small town. Too small to hide in. Evan's words, not mine.

"So you're not leaving here?" I ask, confused.

Evan's grip tightens around the steering wheel. "It's the first place they'll look. You're going to need so more distance from the Lycan King, just in case."

His words send ice through my veins. Of course they'd search Sterling City. It's the closest human settlent, so it makes sense I would run here.

"We're going to keep driving for a while, but first we need so food."

He pulls into a vast parking lot illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. A massive blue sign looms ahead.

"Where are we?"

"Walmart. We need food."

The automatic doors slide open with a chanical hiss, releasing a blast of cold air that prickles my skin. Inside, the store stretches endlessly, aisles upon aisles of... everything. So many things.

"Bathroom first," Evan mutters, nodding toward the back of the store.

We navigate through the nearly empty store. Past midnight, only a few night owls roam the aisles alongside us. A tired woman in a blue vest pushes a cart of items to restock, and two guys crowd stand in front of the frozen pizzas. They're the only two people I see.

After using the bathroom, I erge to find Evan waiting. His gaze follows mine as I take in everything around us.

"Want to look around?"

I hesitate. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. If you're not tired." He shrugs. "We can take ten minutes to look around."

It's a little embarrassing to admit how much fun it is just to drift through aisles.

I end up in haircare, drawn to a wall of colors and promises. My hair's brown and boring, but I'd never cared much about it before. It's just hair, after all.

A box with a blonde woman catches my eye. I reach for it, reading the instructions with burning curiosity. A transformation in a box. A new identity for $8.99.

I'm still reading when Evan says, "Wait here while I grab so food and snacks, okay?"

I nod absently, already reaching for another box. How different would I look? Would Xander even recognize ? Would Asher?

I pick up a third option when a soft voice interrupts.

"I don't recomnd that brand. You'll end up brassy."

I turn to find a girl with hair in every color of the rainbow. Her eyes—unnaturally slitted like a cat's—survey with amused interest.

"I'm not really sure what I'm looking at," I admit.

She glances around before grabbing a different box. "This would work best out of what's on the shelves."

"Oh." I read over the box, not seeing any real difference except—"This one costs more."

"The cheap ones aren't worth it." She cocks her head, studying . "Ever lightened your hair before?"

"No."

She rubs the tip of her nose, eyes narrowing as she looks up and down. "You from around here?"

I hesitate, looking around. She seems a little too helpful to be a wolf shifter, but I'm still nervous. Where's Evan?

"My rig's in the parking lot," she says, jerking her thumb toward the entrance. "If you want help going blonde."

"Oh. Are you... so sort of hair dresser?"

She laughs. "Nah. Just a vagabond. But I've bleached my hair enough tis. I can help with yours."

Evan appears then, his basket filled with canned foods, crackers, apples, and a couple bottles of water. I introduce him to the girl, whose na I realize I don't even know.

She tells us to call her Echo, solving that problem.

Looking at Evan, then , and the things in his basket, her eyes narrow. "You two run away from ho or sothing?"

I flinch.

"No," Evan says too quickly. His eyes drop to the box in my hand. "Did you want to change your hair color?"

I hastily return the box to the shelf, feeling oddly guilty. I wasn't trying to spend Evan's money or anything. It feels even more awkward now, probably because he admitted having a crush on once before. "I was just curious."

"It's fine," he says, grabbing it off the shelf and tossing it into his basket. "Might be a good idea anyway."

"If you've run away from ho," the girl interjects, "you really don't want to botch up your dye job. Also, you'll need at least one more box."

Ten minutes later, we're following her to a pickup truck across the parking lot with a giant camper hitched to the back. My stomach churns with nerves. It's probably stupid to follow a stranger, but at least we're in the parking lot of an open business.

Besides, with Evan here, it's unlikely she can do anything terrible to .

Echo opens the door to her fifth wheel, sweeping her arm in a dramatic gesture. "Welco to my humble abode."

The space that greets us isn't what I expected. It's like stepping into another world—one splashed with color and life. Every surface holds sothing fascinating: lightweight cloth in rich jewel tones drape across the walls, fairy lights strung in zigzag patterns across the ceiling cast a warm glow over everything, and plants hang from macramé holders in every corner. The kitchenette gleams with copper pots dangling from a rack, while the small dinette area has been transford with cushions covered in fabrics that look like they ca from at least four different countries. It feels more like a bohemian apartnt than an RV.

"You staying anywhere in town?" Echo asks, tossing her keys into a ceramic bowl shaped like a lotus.

"No," Evan answers, his posture stiff. He doesn't elaborate, and I catch the slight narrowing of his eyes—a warning to .

"Hmm. Well, let's get started then." Echo motions for to follow her toward the back of the trailer. "Bathroom's this way."

The bathroom is tiny, but just as colorful as the rest of the space. A shower curtain printed with peacock feathers hangs beside a sink adorned with shells and small crystals. Even the mirror has been decorated with pressed flowers embedded in its fra.

"It's going to get tight in here," Echo warns, pulling out a towel in a faded purple hue. She rummages through a cabinet and produces a small jar. "First things first—petroleum jelly around your hairline. Keeps the bleach from burning your skin."

Echo reaches past to crack open a small window. "This sll is going to be intense."

Evan hovers in the hallway, his tall fra filling the doorway. There's barely room for Echo and in here, let alone him. His eyes track Echo's movents as she begins setting out supplies on the counter.

"You can sit on the closed toilet," Echo tells , openingone of the boxes. "We'll section your hair first."

I perch on the strange, tankless toilet, watching as she mixes chemicals in a small plastic bowl. The sharp scent hits my nostrils imdiately, making my eyes water.

"Told you it was strong," Echo chuckles. She glances at Evan's rigid stance. "Dude, you can chill. I'm not going to kidnap your girlfriend."

"I'm not—" I start to say.

Evan cuts in, his voice firm. "I'm just being careful."

Echo rolls her slitted eyes. "Got it. Secret runaways who aren't a couple."

As she begins sectioning my hair with plastic clips, I take in more details of the trailer. Beyond Evan, there's a bed piled high with mismatched pillows. Books stack precariously on every surface, and dried flowers hang upside down from the ceiling.

"How long have you lived like this?" I ask, curious about this nomadic lifestyle that seems so free.

"Three years in this beast," Echo answers, beginning to apply the bleach mixture to sections of my hair. "Before that, I had a van. And before that, just a backpack."

Is it crazy to think fate put Echo in the store tonight to et ? Soone like her might be able to help with my dream of independence and re-integrating with humans.

"Do you stay in one place very long?"

Echo's fingers work deftly through my hair as she considers my question. "It just depends," she finally says with a shrug. "I go where the wind takes . I've been here for about three days, but the manager's pretty sick of hanging around. Tomorrow, I'll head toward Yellowstone."

How free.