Flesh of my flesh

Sara looked scared as she rushed towards a beat-up Hyundai. She started to open the door when she froze. Her senses must've told her that someone was watching because she turned around abruptly. Thank Goddess for the large pickup truck driving past sluggishly. She would've seen me across the road.

What if she did? I asked myself. I discarded that line of thought when I couldn’t think of an excuse.

Someone called out her name as soon as the truck passed by. Her attention shifted to the entrance of her office building. A half-blood female rushes towards her, saying things. What is this place? Half-blood country? There must be more of them than the two I've seen today.

Minutes later, Sara pulls her car out the council's driveway, and I follow behind, tailing her to Goddess-knows-where. My phone rang. It was Jake, as suspected.

“You’ve been gone for hours, alpha,” he said.

“Is there something urgent to deal with?” I asked impatiently, turning the corner after the old car in front of me.