“We weren’t talking… this morning when we went out. We weren’t together because I was sulking that he woke me with such a stupid question. Such a stupid fight. And we searched separately, two different packs, because we are both stubborn assholes when we bicker, and we gave each other a wide berth. The last I had seen of him was him glaring my way as we split to go off into the woods. That’s it…. a glare, a standoff, and then he was just gone.” Her whimper turns into full blown snotty sobbing, heaving as she tries to breathe through her emotional hysteria and my resolve crumbles.
“Oh god, Meadow.” I squeeze her half to death, willing my hug to give her some sort of comfort. No wonder this is messing her up. I can’t imagine if Colton and I had fought before the fog moved in, how much worse this would feel. Being apart, having him mad at me before we lost them. It explains why she was so quiet and introverted when it first happened and why now she’s so emotional.
“Well, when we break this stupid curse you can make it up to him. Stop thinking that this is it because it’s not. We have a plan. We are going to keep going until we fix this. You think I’m going to let my mate stroll out there in the woods and leave us to run things, pick up what he abandoned, and allow him to live a life of leisure out there. Hell no. He needs to get back here and take the wheel once more, and Cesar needs to come pick up his woman and shake some sense into her about how much he adores her.” It’s a half stern statement and half jest in a bid to lighten her mood and to stop myself tumbling with her.
“Yeah, right…. Shower him with love and then smack him in the face for putting me through all this and stupidly getting himself caught in this fog. Does he have any idea what an idiot that makes him?” Her sass pushes through the tears, the outrage that he abandoned her, and I giggle at her turn in mood. She’s still quietly sniffling but the lightness of her words has me squeezing her tight as Meds composes herself at an impressive speed and shows me that tough lady I met so many months ago.
“Tell me about it. I owe Colton a strangling for this one.” I smile but it doesn’t reach my heart. Talking this way is helping though, like its temporary and just a blip we are going to fix. That it’s not serious and they are out there intentionally giving us a hard time like naughty boys looking for attention.
Meadow seems to find strength from somewhere and straightens up, pushing her shoulders back, lifting her chin and wipes her face clear of the mess of tears.
“Right, this time I mean it. Bed,
Chica. You have looked exhausted for days and this can’t be helping. Come on, we can cuddle as long as you know it’s not going to second base. I don’t do girls.” Meadow smirks, wiping her face for a second time to fully dry it and I throw out my hands in mock exasperation.
“Ughh, I only agreed to bed share because I thought I was getting something out of it.” I wink cheekily, throw my hair over my shoulder as though I’m sulking and then beam at her with a smile I hope reaches my eyes. We both grin at each other, warmly, and I pull off my clothes and head to my closet to find my nightshirt. Normally I’m all about the sexy negligees for Colton’s benefit, but tonight I want to sleep in one of his t-shirts. I need him around me in some kind of way. I need his smell, his presence, his aura. To give me strength to get through this trip and something to hold onto to keep me sane.
Meadow is already in casual wear; she pulls off her hoodie that I only now realize is Cesar’s because his scent is subtly lingering around it. I hadn’t even noticed her complete change of style until she pulled it off to reveal a shirt I’ve seen him wear, over baggy grey sweats that are too big for her. She’s more of a flaunt what you’ve got girl, so I guess much like me she is using his clothes in place of her mate.
We climb into bed, and I clap my hands to kill the lights. Something Colton insisted on in our room given how reluctant he is to ever get back out of bed when we get into it.
“This witch better have some answers, I swear.” Meadow snuggles down into the duvet on Colton’s side of the bed and curls closer to me, catching my hands as I lay beside her to turn on my side, so we are face to face mirroring positions. It feels weird to be like this with her, somehow intimate, and in a bed that most definitely has seen some embarrassing scenes between my mate and me. I try not to think of it.
“The fates are sending us to her, given my previous experience with their hints…. I think it’s our best chance at breaking this spell. They never steered me wrong before.” Despite cursing the fates out earlier I still believe they will put me on the right path. I pray so anyway.
“I hope Sierra is right, and she’s wolf friendly, else we might end up in a worse state than our boys.” Her hushed tone injects a hint of seriousness in the air between us and I shiver a little.
“Yeah, as long as it’s quick and painless, I don’t think we will care.” I giggle to lighten the mood, ignoring the real chance that this may not go well and refusing to ponder on it, and Meadow sighs heavily.
“I’ve been thinking this afternoon. We should take Carmen. She might be useful, and she can drive. She’s going to be useless here and a weight to Sierra’s load while we’re gone. With us it might take her mind off this and give her something to do. I know I never liked her, but the girl is a fighter, and her skills made her a good fit for our pack in the past. She can hold her own in a battle and we don’t know what we are driving out into tomorrow.” Meadow’s gaze locks on mine, that shrewd mind seeing a plan that she thinks will give us our best chance. I stay silent for a long while, thinking it over and weighing it up before nodding slowly. Seeing the why in her suggestion and respecting that Colton always values Meadow’s input in all things like this.
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