The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247

As we pulled away, I twisted in my seat and looked back.

Our room door was closed.

No one stood outside it.

No shadow. No movement.

That scared me more than if someone had been there.

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Zayn didn’t slow down. He didn’t speak. He just kept driving, eyes fixed on the road as the motel disappeared behind us, swallowed

by the dark.

Whatever had been at that door…

we weren’t waiting to find out who it was.

We stayed quiet for a long time after that. The road stretched ahead of us, empty and dark, the headlights cutting a narrow tunnel

through the night. The engine’s hum was steady, almost hypnotic, but my body was still tight with adrenaline. My hands hadn’t

stopped shaking yet.

I don’t know how much time passed. Thirty minutes, maybe. It felt both longer and shorter than that.

I glanced at Zayn. His jaw was clenched, eyes locked on the road, shoulders tense like he was bracing for something to jump out of

the dark.

“Who do you think that was?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence.

He didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, then relaxed again.

“I don’t know,” he said finally. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it I recognized. “But if I had to guess… it’s got

something to do with the gas station.”

My stomach sank. “The guy there?”

Zayn nodded once. “Yeah. The way he looked at me. The call he made as soon as I stepped outside.” He exhaled through his nose.

“It didn’t feel random.”

I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past. “So you think he told someone.”

“I think he told the wrong someone,” Zayn said.

My chest tightened. I didn’t want to say it, but the thought was already there, heavy and unavoidable.

“Your father?” I asked.

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Zayn didn’t look at me, but his silence was answer enough.

“Either him,” he said slowly, “or someone connected to him.”

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The word connected sat badly with me. Too vague. Too open.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly aware of how cold the car felt despite the heat blasting from the vents. “But how would he know it was us?” I asked. “I mean… we didn’t give names. We didn’t-”

“He didn’t need names,” Zayn cut in gently. “Not if he already knew what to look for.”

I swallowed. My reflection stared back at me from the dark window–pale face, glowing eyes I still wasn’t used to. Even dimmed by

the night, they weren’t exactly subtle.

“Great,” I muttered. “So my eyes are basically a walking red flag now.

Zayn shot me a quick look. “Hey.”

I turned toward him.

“This isn’t your fault,” he said firmly. “None of this is.”

“I know,” I said, though the words didn’t fully land. “It just feels like the moment we stop moving, someone finds us.”

“That’s why we don’t stop,” he replied. Simple. Certain.

I nodded, letting the silence settle again. The road curved gently, pulling us farther away from the motel, farther from whatever had

been behind that door.

After a moment, I said, “Do you think they’ll keep following us?”

Zayn’s grip tightened again. “I think they’ll try.”

The honesty in his voice scared me more than false reassurance would have.

“But,” he added, softer now, “they’re already behind us.”

I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes for just a second, listening to the engine, to Zayn’s breathing, to the

night rushing past.

Whatever had started back there, it was clear now.

We weren’t just traveling east anymore.

We were running.