“I mean, sure.” I hesitate, a little flustered with her response and lean forward without a second thought to get up when she raises her hand to still me. Once again ignoring my question, she gets up and walks to me instead. Gently laying her fingertips on my temple and I’m startled by the unearthly warmth and tenderness of her skin. It’s a soft almost maternal touch that doesn’t coincide with her demeanor at all.
Immediately a strange sensation tugs at my skull, so unlike what happens when we mind link as wolves, and I feel like warm rivulets of my body heat are flowing right out of my head. It’s almost pleasant and my eyes grow heavy with tiredness as I begin to relax and feel pleasantly soothed.
I blink up at her, seeing her eyes are locked on mine, unblinking, glowing a little eerily, but not blue like Sierra. No, this witch’s eyes are darkest chocolate with glowing veins of honey amber threads around the inner pupil in an eerie ring. I close my own to shut out the way my body trembles at the sight of them. It takes only seconds, this tugging, draining of my energy around my face. A sleepiness invading a little too abruptly the longer she goes on and then she stops suddenly and releases me, so I blink awake. The effects instantly dissipating as though being hit in the face with a blast of cold air again
“Interesting…… very, very interesting.” Is all she mutters softly and wanders back to sit down with a thoughtful glance at me, then Meadow, and then Carmen. It’s as though she’s sorting through the thoughts, filing them into an orderly timeline and working out our relation to one another.
“So, you saw the fog, you know what to do?” Meadow zeros in and tries to pull her attention, but Leyanne continues to stare at me in an unnervingly intense way. Her face poised, still, a slight frown over one brow and a hint of a little dimple at one side of her pretty mouth. Showing a slight strain to her expression.
“Hmmmm……” that’s all she says, and I blanche at her sudden lack of verbal’s when I have just given her god knows how much backstory. Unlike when wolves link and we can filter and control what we share, I had no insight into what she took, saw, dug into, and she might have seen my whole existence for all I know.
“What does ‘hmm’ mean?” Carmen snaps, losing patience, her usual irritable persona showing face. Not that I blame her, and Leyanne smirks.
“It means, hmmm…. I thought that phrase was universally understood. It’s not like I’m not speaking English… although some from that country would disagree.” She chuckles at some vague self-joke and again fixes that penetrating gaze back at me.
“Hmmm, you know how to help, or hmmm, you don’t?” I chirp in, tenser by the second and honestly getting so sick of this. She’s so good at vague, dragging things out and evasive answering and it’s annoying as hell.
“Hmmm, as in, well now that makes sense, and hmmm, as in ….. I know what I must do. Does that clear up your inability to understand the worldwide use of Hmmm?”
“Oh my god, you’re infuriating, you know that?” Carmen snaps, riled and instantly tense all over, getting up to pace around behind me and shake off the obvious hostility that is making her stiff and frustrated. It’s this atmosphere, this holding on with bated breath and walking on eggshells as we try to suss this witch out. It’s detrimental to patience and Carmen has low amounts of that in the first place. Leyanne sits back comfortably and prods at her kettle with a stick to see if it’s even beginning to steam. Unperturbed by the outburst.
“I have something to do and you three should rest. We have to travel back to your home tomorrow and see what needs to be done. Help yourself to tea, there’s blankets back there in that chest, along with the leaves, creamer…sugar. Whatever you need. Try and not make a mess, I hate sloppy campers.” She rises gracefully, dismissing us so easily, acting like this is fucking normal, and I gawp at her, my heart hitching in utter disbelief.
“You’re leaving?” I snap at her, my voice cracking in my throat with the raspiness I spat the words out, and somehow jumped to my feet without even realizing it. We literally haven’t gotten anything from her other than agreement to come with us and she’s dumping us out here in the middle of the night while the moon is full, and we have no means to shelter.
“Hmmm, things to do, people to see. I didn’t just come here for you three, as I previously stated. I was on my own little mission, and it happens to be as important and maybe beneficial to your little predicament.” She starts moving towards the exit and Meadow is the one to lose her temper in true feisty fashion. Letting rip with a roar, bouncing up in front of me with ambering eyes and a snarl to her tone.
“So, we’re to stay out here, unprotected. While you swan off and do God knows what? Like sitting fucking ducks, just patiently trusting you! You, who has given us nothing at all to even trust!” that wolfish aggression comes through in waves of oozing anger and her eyes glow even brighter as her temper explodes.
“You’re not very gracious, or grateful, for people seeking my help and towing themselves across the country. What do you think will happen to you here that won’t in your truck, protected by
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