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Clara gasped and slapped a hand to her lips, pulled out of the way by Brandon.
“I thought she said they came this way.” One of the witches spoke in a soft soprano, which felt completely out of place given both had tried to k**l us.
The second’s voice was raspier, but still noticeably feminine.
“Clearly they’re hiding.” The second replied sourly, ‘…she said this would be easy.”
The witch with the attitude held her hand out, making a tiny flame sprout from her palm. It flickered and crackled in the night, casting a little golden halo that drifted farther and farther as they walked down the alley.
I took a step forward and the feeling hit me like a freight train. There was no stopping myself, even if I wanted to.
I looked back at Brandon and Clara, “find us a car and meet me back here.”
Clara looked more than worried, but instead of trying to convince her kidnapper turned savior, she looked up at Brandon.
“If you’re taken or k****d, you know you’re signing my d***h certificate, right?” He said dryly, not an inkling of humor on his face.
“Then you better find a car and get here before I come back.” I replied.
He glanced at the witches down the alley and nodded, “don’t be an idiot, Daisy.”
“Don’t plan on it.”
As I watched them turn and walk down the street, I realized that might’ve been the first semi-decent thing Brandon’s said to me so far.
It didn’t take me long to catch up with the witches, but during that short amount of time their entire demeanor had changed. The one with the soft soprano had a cellphone placed against her ear and was pacing along the sidewalk as she spoke in a hushed voice.
The second witch stood a few feet away, trembling and snarling like a newly turned werewolf. There was a scent clinging to them, but it was odd to say the least. The one on the phone smelled like fresh soil, and the one ready to combust reminded me of a campfire.
“She’s lost connection to her. It’s like they vanished into thin air.” The first witch said softly.
She sighed when her companion let out an angry screech, hurling a ball of flame towards a decrepit shed that looked to be standing on its last legs. The entire structure was engulfed in flame, which inched closer to the drooping tree branches hanging feet above.
“I mean, come on. We’re constantly told how special our magic is, but we’re the ones locked away! We never get to see any action!” She hissed. “Instead she sends out these witches that posses a shadow of our power. We could infiltrate that stupid pack ourselves.”
The aura of darkness that surrounded me pulsed, sending a rush of cold down my spine that let me know I had no more time left to spare. I began to back down the street, closer to the alley I emerged from when the soft-spoken witch replied to her companion.
It was her reply that made me stop in my tracks, invoking fear that felt a thousand times colder than the shadows that hid my presence.
“You know why she sent them instead of us. ‘They blend in better, and they’ll have everything set up when she’s ready to slip past the boarders. By the time the tribrid realizes she’s there, it’ll be too late to fight bark.”
“Make sure he’s not d**d back there.” I grunted, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Brandon slumped over.
Clara unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around. I could smell her sugary sweet perfume as her curly hair brushed against my shoulder. A few muffled jabs sounded from the backseat, and it took me a few seconds to realize she was poking and prodding at him.
“Get up, Brandon. You lost some blood, quit being a baby. Not all of us have supernatural healing.” She scolded him, “you’re lucky I don’t just throw you out of this car-hunting me down and making a mess of my life.”
Brandon groaned and mumbled something unintelligible, which was proof enough that he hadn’t died in the backseat of this rusted mustang. I’m sure he’d throw a fit knowing he expired on cracked leather that smelled strongly of tobacco and cat p**s.
“I’ve called dibs on k*****g him.” I told her, swallowing a manic giggle when she sighed deeply. “And I am sorry we made a mess of your life, but you have information on something that affects thousands of people. I hope you understand that I can’t just let that go.”
Even though I knew little to nothing about her, I didn’t mind Clara. She was a bit skittish, but anyone who talked to Brandon like that had to have a good personality-even if she did make the mistake of sleeping with him.
I wasn’t nearly as stone-cold as Nolan, but I had learned enough from him to know that the leader of a pack needed to put their people first, and getting this information was what mattered most to me. If protection was what she wanted, we’d provide it-but only on the condition she tell us everything she knew.
“I understand, that’s what makes this worse.” She sighed, buckling her seatbelt while providing no further explanation.
I had to remind myself to put the car in park when we pulled up to the gas station, because instantly I spotted the dark tinted windows of Nolan’s SUV. He was already out of the vehicle, taking long strides as he headed straight towards me. I had just enough time to lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck as his slid around my waist.
My fingers were tangled in the shorter strands of his hair, my forehead tickled by the longer pieces on top. Only the tips of my toes grazed the ground, but it all paled in comparison to the explosion in my chest when his lips met with my own.
I trailed my hands to his face, feeling the sharp edge of his jaw beneath my fingers. Our kiss wasn’t the desperate, tearful kind you saw in the movies. We weren’t clawing at one another as if we couldn’t get enough. His lips moved softly, savoring every taste and touch, until we were both forced to pull away for air. When he rested his forehead against my own and stared at me with eyes of liquid gold, relief finally blossomed in my chest.
“We were attacked-“
“You’re safe,” was all he said.
Not a question or statement, but reassurance because he could see and feel how shaken up, I was.
Whether it was the sudden lack of adrenaline or the information I had yet to process, he could tell my nerves were fried. Touching him, feeling the warmth of his arms around my waist and his breath across my cheek, it chased away the sense of dread I felt the moment I heard what the elemental witch said.
I nodded, “I’m safe.”
Nolan’s eyes flared with interest when he noticed the tight dress I wore, “why are you wearing that?”
Brandon chose that moment to startle awake, banging his head on the roof of the mustang a s he sat up. The SUV Nolan had gotten out of pulled forwards, next to the car we had commandeered. I was surprised to see Mason and Zeke inside, both of which got out and greeted me with relieved smiles.
Brandon pulled himself out of the mustang, a hand against his head. He steadied himself against the side of the car, groaning when Nolan looked his way.
“We gonna do this right here? Cause I’ll still make you work for it.” He grunted, clearly in no condition to fight.
“I call dibs on k*****g him…” I told Nolan, patting his chest. “…besides, we have a lot to talk about.”
I looked at Clara as I said this, who had just gotten out of the passenger side. The sheer robe she wore ended around mid-t***h and was cinched tightly at her waist. She shuddered with every chilly gust of wind, brushing back the curls that covered her face. I noticed how she glanced hesitantly towards
Mason and Zeke before inching closer to them. It was her paranoid glances down the street that kept me from thinking she were up to anything sinister.
Mason shrugged out of the jacket he wore and held it out to Clara, an unreadable look on his face as she murmured a ‘thank you’ and slipped it on. Some of the concern I’d been feeling for him eased when Zeke grinned at him over Clara’s shoulder, making him roll his eyes.
Even though I wasn’t cold, Nolan pulled his leather jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. I was drowning in the fabric, but I’d never complain about being surrounded by his scent and lingering warmth.
We ditched the mustang and headed to the airport Nolan had landed at. Taking the pack’s private jet wasn’t best of options, since just about every werewolf had a love/hate relationship with airplanes, but it was our fastest mode of transportation.
The airport was packed with people, rushing about with suitcases rattling behind them, as though it weren’t nearing one in the morning. With just a few short words to a service desk clerk, the six of us were led through a set of doors and down a long stretch of hallway.
I kept my arm tucked around Nolan’s waist, molding myself against the side of him while also keeping
Clara in sight. We were led to a small waiting area, free from all the people that had been traversing around the airport.
Zeke was the only one who remained standing, looking more and more nervous as the seconds ticked away.
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