A Thousand Times Thank You -- CM PD

She had been practically dragged along running and falling. Each time she stumbled she found the insistent arm of the male scooping her back up and placing her back on her feet. Though one was barefooted and the other was clad in the rubber flipflop, she did her best to keep pace. She didn’t know the male’s name but she knew she’d be rescued. And if she could tell anything from the male it was that he was some military enforcer of sorts. No one else could shoot like that. Not to mention he didn’t smell of shifter or vampire. Lyla’s face was streaked with dried tears and her hair had come out in the scuffle. It hung loosely in tangles around her face and shoulders. She was bare from the hip down.

She felt even more vulnerable that she had before with the vampires. She kept her hands clutched in front of her and her eyes trained on the man.
He spoke and without hesitation or question she immediately followed them and pulled the bundle of sweats free. They were loose on her frame but the elastic would hold them up some. She kicked off the other sandal and tossed it. There was no way she was going to go fetch the lost one. She found some old sneakers in the locker too and she tugged them over those pink toes without socks. She hurried back out to the man’s office. His desk had a name plate and she smiled slightly. The movement of her cheeks cracked the dried salt on her face and she wiped it away.

“Thank you, Sherriff. I owe you my life.” Perhaps there were papers to fill out and stuff but she honestly just wanted to sit down and catch her breath. She folded her legs neatly under her and put her hand against her cheek to support her head. “I’m Lyla.” She needed to gage what the male knew about her. Was she just the innocent victim of two vampires hunger or did he know her secret?