forget.
Lying around the circle, one by one each woman slipped into her own dream. The Great Luna was blessing them, helping them bolster their wills. They each got to meet with their mates. Brief that it was, they were able to tell them to hold on, that they were coming for them very soon. Tears streaked down their faces as their fleeting moments of time with their men slipped away.
Morning came much too quickly and the chill crept into their bones, drawing them to consciousness. The females were solemn and even Jen was more subdued than ever. But, a sense of urgency, which seemed to grow with every second, danced at the edges of their nerves. They gathered their few belongings, ate some Fae bread, and every now, and then smiled encouragingly to one another.
It was Jen’s singing that finally broke the silence as the words to Leaving on a Jet Plane –Jen style of course, rang out into the gradually lightening forest.
“ All our crap is packed, we’re ready to go,
We’re standing here moving too slow,
I hate to tell you all to get in gear.
But the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn,
The troll is waiting, he’s scratching his horn,
If you going any slower I will die
If you kiss me I’ll kick your ass,
Shove you into the grass,
Let’s just get the show on the road
‘ Cause we’re leaving, coming or not,
Can’t leave our men left to rot.
O’Crap, we need to go.
By the time Jen was finished with her rendition of the song, the urgency was still there, but instead of the solemnness as its company, now hope had taken root.
“ I don’t know how you do it,” Peri said, shaking her head.
“ It’s simple,” Jen told her. “You just pick a song and go with it. I believe my versions are always better than the originals.”
“ That’s just because you use explicit words in yours and questionable content,” Sally chuckled.
“ That is definitely a bonus.”
They were all finally packed and ready to go. They stood staring at each other, and steeling themselves for what was to come.
“ I have another song for this moment, shall I share?” Jen asked.
A collective, “NO,” rang out among them.
Jen held her hands up in surrender, muttering under her breath. “Good grief. Let a prego chick down gently.”
The group had just begun walking when they heard a small whimper coming from the direction Jacque occupied. They all froze, waiting in rapt silence to hear it again. After a few moments, they heard what sounded like another whimper. Sally and Rachel were the first to reach Jacque’s side, and they both instantly laid their hands on her. They closed their eyes and tried, like they had so many times before, to push through the shield that was keeping them out of Jacque’s mind. But, there was no resistance this time. They slipped right in and what they saw amazed them. They saw a cage with a writhing, living darkness trapped inside. It was as if Jacque had pushed the evil from her mind and locked it up. Sally and Rachel called to her, drawing her back from the place where her wolf had taken her to protect her. Slowly, they felt her coming to consciousness until finally she opened her eyes.
Jacque looked up at eight pair of eyes staring, hopefully, down at her. She drew in a painful breath, her lungs stretching under the amount of air filling them. She blinked to clear her blurred vision and attempted to use her voice, which had lain dormant for so long.
“ Hi,” she croaked.
Silence.
Then the inevitability, that was Jen, broke in. “That’s all you have for us, hi? Really Jac, we’ve been lugging your butt around for more than a week and all you can say is hi .”
Jacque smiled up at her friend and her eyes sparkled. “I missed you too Jen.”
Jen winked at her. “Well, you woke up just in time. We have a black ops assignment and you need to start pulling your weight.”
“ And, so the military lingo begins,” Crina muttered.
Peri pushed
Lying around the circle, one by one each woman slipped into her own dream. The Great Luna was blessing them, helping them bolster their wills. They each got to meet with their mates. Brief that it was, they were able to tell them to hold on, that they were coming for them very soon. Tears streaked down their faces as their fleeting moments of time with their men slipped away.
Morning came much too quickly and the chill crept into their bones, drawing them to consciousness. The females were solemn and even Jen was more subdued than ever. But, a sense of urgency, which seemed to grow with every second, danced at the edges of their nerves. They gathered their few belongings, ate some Fae bread, and every now, and then smiled encouragingly to one another.
It was Jen’s singing that finally broke the silence as the words to Leaving on a Jet Plane –Jen style of course, rang out into the gradually lightening forest.
“ All our crap is packed, we’re ready to go,
We’re standing here moving too slow,
I hate to tell you all to get in gear.
But the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn,
The troll is waiting, he’s scratching his horn,
If you going any slower I will die
If you kiss me I’ll kick your ass,
Shove you into the grass,
Let’s just get the show on the road
‘ Cause we’re leaving, coming or not,
Can’t leave our men left to rot.
O’Crap, we need to go.
By the time Jen was finished with her rendition of the song, the urgency was still there, but instead of the solemnness as its company, now hope had taken root.
“ I don’t know how you do it,” Peri said, shaking her head.
“ It’s simple,” Jen told her. “You just pick a song and go with it. I believe my versions are always better than the originals.”
“ That’s just because you use explicit words in yours and questionable content,” Sally chuckled.
“ That is definitely a bonus.”
They were all finally packed and ready to go. They stood staring at each other, and steeling themselves for what was to come.
“ I have another song for this moment, shall I share?” Jen asked.
A collective, “NO,” rang out among them.
Jen held her hands up in surrender, muttering under her breath. “Good grief. Let a prego chick down gently.”
The group had just begun walking when they heard a small whimper coming from the direction Jacque occupied. They all froze, waiting in rapt silence to hear it again. After a few moments, they heard what sounded like another whimper. Sally and Rachel were the first to reach Jacque’s side, and they both instantly laid their hands on her. They closed their eyes and tried, like they had so many times before, to push through the shield that was keeping them out of Jacque’s mind. But, there was no resistance this time. They slipped right in and what they saw amazed them. They saw a cage with a writhing, living darkness trapped inside. It was as if Jacque had pushed the evil from her mind and locked it up. Sally and Rachel called to her, drawing her back from the place where her wolf had taken her to protect her. Slowly, they felt her coming to consciousness until finally she opened her eyes.
Jacque looked up at eight pair of eyes staring, hopefully, down at her. She drew in a painful breath, her lungs stretching under the amount of air filling them. She blinked to clear her blurred vision and attempted to use her voice, which had lain dormant for so long.
“ Hi,” she croaked.
Silence.
Then the inevitability, that was Jen, broke in. “That’s all you have for us, hi? Really Jac, we’ve been lugging your butt around for more than a week and all you can say is hi .”
Jacque smiled up at her friend and her eyes sparkled. “I missed you too Jen.”
Jen winked at her. “Well, you woke up just in time. We have a black ops assignment and you need to start pulling your weight.”
“ And, so the military lingo begins,” Crina muttered.
Peri pushed
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