The trip back to Shenandoah would have typically taken about forty minutes, but the man steering the bike was flying, and Cadence found herself winding through her own neighborhood in just under twenty minutes. Though she was happy to have the speed of the bike, at this point, she really wished she had been in a car with this person so that she could ask him some questions. The more she thought about all that had just happened, the more surreal it became. By the time she reached her house, she was quite certain she had lost her mind entirely.
And yet she knew she had not. As he pulled the bike
With a sigh, Cadence grabbed the last few items she thought she might need and shoved them into her bag, mumbling under her breath the whole time. Who were these people? Were they people? What did they want from her? What kind of ramifications might killing a vampire bring upon her, and where the hell was her lip balm?Eventually, she decided she had everything she needed, and with another glance around her room, she flipped off the lights and cautiously opened her bedroom door, afraid another black clad figure--or worse--might be lurking in the hallway. She saw nothing unusual, so she headed
Jack Cook stumbled through the front door, careful not to wake his parents, who probably wouldn’t be up for another hour or two, and headed for his bedroom. He was exhausted, but thoughts of what had transpired that night flooded his mind.It was quite evident as he carried Drew’s body into the emergency room that there was nothing the doctors could do for her. When the hospital staff began asking questions about what had happened, Jack didn’t know exactly how to respond, nor did any of the rest of Drew's friends. Luckily, their good friend Elliott showed up shortly after the
Cadence’s grandmother had lived in this house for as long as she could remember. Her parents tried to make the trip from Shenandoah to Des Moines at least once or twice a month. It took about twice as long in the family car as it had this time since she was certain Eliza had topped speeds well over one hundred miles per hour. The trip generally took her dad at least two-and-a-half hours while Eliza managed to cover it in about half that time.Grandma Janette was up and seemed to be expecting them when they pulled in. Cadence wasn’t sure if she should introduce Eliza and Jamie or if
“Cadence, darling, do you know what the word clandestine means?” Grandma Janette asked.Nodding her head, Cadence said, “Yes, it means secret.”“That’s right,” Janette concurred. “What about the word ternion?”
Cadence looked at Eliza and Jamie in disbelief. “I thought he was, like, a shift manager or something, not like, the CEO.”Eliza burst out laughing, and Jamie did his best to stifle a chuckle. “That’s hilarious!” Eliza said, though once she saw Cadence’s face, she attempted to control herself a little more.“Oh, my gosh!” Cadence exclaimed. &ld
Cadence gasped. Her entire reality was being tipped on its head. “How is that possible? If you were a Hunter and he was the Guardian Leader, how could that have possibly happened?”Cadence could tell by Janette’s expression that she really wished to say no more. A glance at Jamie and Eliza showed nothing but concern for her grandmother.Janette had tears in her eyes, and sh
Jamie took a deep breath before he began. “Basically, every Hunter and Guardian is born with a genetic code in their DNA which will activate one of a few ways. Back in the olden days, before we had the technology that we have today, it took several years for full conversion, unless the gene was extremely strong, such as in the case of your grandmother. She basically willed her way into becoming a Hunter and activated that coding within her genes. Clearly, you can see how it worked for you last night. You needed to accomplish certain tasks, so you did.” Once again, Cadence found herself nodding, though she wasn’t sure why. She still wasn’t allowing herself to consider what had happened to her last night.
There is a small threshold of consciousness, somewhere between waking and dreaming, when one is not quite cognizant of all the waking world holds, nor has one quite lost the grip on those fleeting fragments of dreams that linger. For Cadence, this was the most dangerous and feared state of mind because she knew, even before she fluttered off to sleep that, upon waking, for just a brief synapse, she would, in fact, forget that Drew was gone. It was in that moment, just before fully rejoining the wakened world that her mind would momentarily allow her to believe that all was as it should be, and then, as the memories rushed in, filling the vacant tidepool of her conscious mind, so too would the realization that something was amiss, an occurrence had transpired. Just as the pounding waves crush and carve the