“Not personally, but I know of her. Was quite shocked to piece you and her together last night. But then, I shouldn’t be, they always lead me to people for reasons. And nothing is ever coincidence.”
“You mean the fates?” Carmen queries with a suspicious eyebrow rise and a glance back at her, and I’m wondering the same thing. I thought witches had gods, or some other belief system. Something like a moon goddess, given Leyanne seems to have at least three pendants on with moon stones and symbols of phases of the moon.
“I mean the higher power. You call them fates; some call them gods… I call them guides. Voices in the wind, nudges in your gut, itching palms and footsteps that lead you other ways. They send me where I need to go and sometimes it pays off. I’m in the right place at the right time and it all comes together. Like now.” She looks at me for a long second, a smirk nudging her mouth as though she’s gazing with meaning and I break eye contact, feeling uncomfy.
“That’s what you meant last night. Why ever you were here, it links to us somehow?” I wish she would just open up and speak, stop these dumb riddles and sassy little expressions. Tell us, but I get the feeling she isn’t going to.
“It does. And soon, you will know how. Now speed up a little, I want to get there before he has to go back. He’s a busy man and not famed for patience…. None of them ever are.” She swipes at Meadow’s butt with her branch to slap her onwards and gets a snarl and an amber glow under ferocious brows aimed her way. It doesn’t faze her in the slightest and she lifts her hands and makes a little ‘forward’ motion with her fingertips, while smiling like the Cheshire cat. I think Meadow is close to eating her as she growls under her breath and jilts me into a faster walk with a harsh nudge.
“Who is HE exactly?” Meadow is impatient and fiery in nature, and I can tell this way of communication, and the smart-ass facial expressions, are annoying her.
“Someone you’re going to hate on sight, but trust me, you’re not going to act on it. Not if you want to live. I’ll make sure of it. I can assure you though, he comes with no intention of harm. You just have to trust the witch, I guess.” That low and smug tone, the brows smoothing out to an almost catlike look that reminds me of Hollywood villains and I swallow hard.
The three of us throw glances at one another, more questions coming with her so-called answers and a feeling of dread rises between us.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not going to like this.” Carmen butts in.
“Because you’re not. But needs must and this whole thing, is bigger than you three. Now hush, more walk, less talk. I need some headspace to figure some things out, seeing as I did not sleep one wink last night. Ma head’s weary. Now shhhhh… get going.” Leyanne gestures for us to move again, rather bossily. A lot of harsh hand waving and a finger to her lips to silence our chatter. We don’t like it, but we fall obediently back in line and quicken our steps, retracing our path from last night effortlessly as we can pick up our own scent to follow back. A sense of lighter relief that we are going back to our familiar truck and will be turning around and heading home very soon.
It doesn’t take long to see the truck in sight ahead, in the clearing where we abandoned its poor self. With a few more feet to cross, we come out at it where we left it last night and Meadow unlocks it before jumping in to reverse out of the ditch we almost got it stuck in. With less weight aboard she maneuvers it easily and pulls it back up to sit on the road that brought us here.
“Not you.” Leyanne catches my upper arm quickly as Carmen rounds the truck to get in and I was about to follow. Flinching in startled surprise and turning to eye her up and meeting a deadpan look that gives me no clue as to the why. “You’re with me for now.” She gestures back along the main route to our left and its only then I spot a large foreboding pair of four by fours. Both black with tinted out windows, parked about a hundred yards further along the road. They give me a weird vibe and an internal shiver runs through the length of my body.
“Um I don’t think so, she stays with us.” Meadow leans out of her now open window and throws Leyanne a challenging glare which only gets an amused smirk. She makes a move as if to say she will get back out of the truck and physically take me.
“If I wanted to harm any of you, you would never have made it out of this truck last night. Don’t underestimate me. Be a good wee doggy, sit tight, shut up, and do as you’re told. Don’t make me get the muzzle.” Her words are almost icy and cold in deliverance, despite that catty sarcasm, and I throw Meadow a look that’s meant to calm her worry rather than escalate this into a fight that I know will happen.
“I’ll be fine, just stay close. If I need you, I’ll link. I still have abilities, you know.” And I know that metal is no match for a piercing wolf’s claws should they need to physically rip through the cars sitting yonder. Meadow would plough through a vehicle to get to me if I needed her, in the blink of an eye. We are strong and vicious, and Meadow is one of our worst.
I have nothing to fear, even if my own powers may be weakening as we speak. I still have enough to hold my own and get myself out of anything that might happen over there.
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