concern,” Mac said, looking over at each of us, “is
why she’s meddling with you. And her warning. It’s just cryptic enough to make
me wonder if she’s actually on orders not to say anything, rather than
to warn you.”
“She’s trying to stir up trouble,” Trent spoke up beside me,
his lips in a terse, thin line.
“Probably,” Mac nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we should
dismiss her. She most likely wants to get a rise out of us, but only because
she’s very impatient. There may be some trouble coming our way,” he said, and
then looked at me.
“Bailey, from what I hear, you have some sort of
relationship with the Veisi boy, from the Neo-Knights of Cyrus?”
“Well,” I avoided looking at Trent. The word ‘relationship’
felt heavy, incriminating even. “I know him, yes. But I didn’t know who he was
when I met him. Or about any of this,” I said quickly.
“Well, we may need to be careful. I’m sure Nick told you
already but they don’t take kindly to wolf packs. It would be just like Lark to
associate with them out of boredom.”
I took another sip of the tea, again having a hard time
paying attention to the warmth or flavor. The information was spinning through my
mind once again, and I was having a hard time trying to make sense of the cloud
of strange knowledge I had accumulated recently.
“So I can’t just tell them to leave you alone?” I could
hardly force my voice above a whisper. I already knew the answer.
Mac shook his head. “I don’t think talking to that fella
would be a good idea right now. You’re just going to have to be on your toes.
We’ll have to stay in this general area, and I’m going to have to ask you don’t
go leaving town for any reason. That way, if trouble comes up one of us can
help you out. Like we did just now.”
“That was insane,” I said, recalling how they showed up in
such great timing. “I don’t even remember calling any of you…did you…transform
or something?”
“We can just run that fast,” Allison said quietly, looking
up at me through her bangs for the first time since we sat down.
“A lot of our supernatural strength is just a part of our
daily lives. We have to work hard to keep it a secret though, so don’t go
shouting about the little things,” Mac teased and winked. “We can’t go zipping
down the street just cause there’s a spider in your drain.”
“I’ll make a mental note.” I was glad to smile for the first
time in what felt like days, even if it had only been a few hours.
Just then, the front door slammed open, and I heard heavy,
thundering footsteps.
And I could feel it. The feeling of lightening in my bones
that I only identified just then—it was Lola.
“She’s here,” she hissed from the hallway, before even
seeing my face. I wondered if she could sense me like I could sense her, or if
she could smell me or sense me in some other way.
I stood up,
placing my mug on the coffee table and trying to appear calm as she appeared in
the doorway. She looked wild-eyed and crazy, her white blonde hair tousled in
all directions and her shirt torn up and covered in mud, like she had thought
last minute to throw it off as she transformed. She was wearing thick, black
combat boots that were dragging mud into the sitting room.
“Really, Lola? How trashy,” Brandon snapped, a look of
disgust on his face as he stared down at her feet, dragging in dirt and weeds.
“Shut up,” she growled. “You’re dead to me.”
Mac got to his feet, his face absolutely livid. I got a
feeling he wasn’t about to pop off on the mess, either. “You transformed in
broad daylight?! Where the hell were you?!” he bellowed.
Lola shrugged, impudently staring him straight in the eyes.
“Where ever the hell I wanted, that’s where.”
Before I could blink, a blur of yellow and green shot across
the living room and knocked Lola to the ground. Allison had jumped up and
zoomed across the room, smacking her sister down
why she’s meddling with you. And her warning. It’s just cryptic enough to make
me wonder if she’s actually on orders not to say anything, rather than
to warn you.”
“She’s trying to stir up trouble,” Trent spoke up beside me,
his lips in a terse, thin line.
“Probably,” Mac nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we should
dismiss her. She most likely wants to get a rise out of us, but only because
she’s very impatient. There may be some trouble coming our way,” he said, and
then looked at me.
“Bailey, from what I hear, you have some sort of
relationship with the Veisi boy, from the Neo-Knights of Cyrus?”
“Well,” I avoided looking at Trent. The word ‘relationship’
felt heavy, incriminating even. “I know him, yes. But I didn’t know who he was
when I met him. Or about any of this,” I said quickly.
“Well, we may need to be careful. I’m sure Nick told you
already but they don’t take kindly to wolf packs. It would be just like Lark to
associate with them out of boredom.”
I took another sip of the tea, again having a hard time
paying attention to the warmth or flavor. The information was spinning through my
mind once again, and I was having a hard time trying to make sense of the cloud
of strange knowledge I had accumulated recently.
“So I can’t just tell them to leave you alone?” I could
hardly force my voice above a whisper. I already knew the answer.
Mac shook his head. “I don’t think talking to that fella
would be a good idea right now. You’re just going to have to be on your toes.
We’ll have to stay in this general area, and I’m going to have to ask you don’t
go leaving town for any reason. That way, if trouble comes up one of us can
help you out. Like we did just now.”
“That was insane,” I said, recalling how they showed up in
such great timing. “I don’t even remember calling any of you…did you…transform
or something?”
“We can just run that fast,” Allison said quietly, looking
up at me through her bangs for the first time since we sat down.
“A lot of our supernatural strength is just a part of our
daily lives. We have to work hard to keep it a secret though, so don’t go
shouting about the little things,” Mac teased and winked. “We can’t go zipping
down the street just cause there’s a spider in your drain.”
“I’ll make a mental note.” I was glad to smile for the first
time in what felt like days, even if it had only been a few hours.
Just then, the front door slammed open, and I heard heavy,
thundering footsteps.
And I could feel it. The feeling of lightening in my bones
that I only identified just then—it was Lola.
“She’s here,” she hissed from the hallway, before even
seeing my face. I wondered if she could sense me like I could sense her, or if
she could smell me or sense me in some other way.
I stood up,
placing my mug on the coffee table and trying to appear calm as she appeared in
the doorway. She looked wild-eyed and crazy, her white blonde hair tousled in
all directions and her shirt torn up and covered in mud, like she had thought
last minute to throw it off as she transformed. She was wearing thick, black
combat boots that were dragging mud into the sitting room.
“Really, Lola? How trashy,” Brandon snapped, a look of
disgust on his face as he stared down at her feet, dragging in dirt and weeds.
“Shut up,” she growled. “You’re dead to me.”
Mac got to his feet, his face absolutely livid. I got a
feeling he wasn’t about to pop off on the mess, either. “You transformed in
broad daylight?! Where the hell were you?!” he bellowed.
Lola shrugged, impudently staring him straight in the eyes.
“Where ever the hell I wanted, that’s where.”
Before I could blink, a blur of yellow and green shot across
the living room and knocked Lola to the ground. Allison had jumped up and
zoomed across the room, smacking her sister down
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