Hey friends - So, Corinda learned some new aspects of her powers today. Seems like she can heal and destroy with her powers, depending on how she wants to use them. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
I don’t even notice that we’re flying. The fear that I had while on the way is gone as I watch my mate careen through the forest in that fucking truck from one of the windows. Soon, we’re too high in the air for the witches to follow. They seem to have a level of how high they can fly, being about level with the treetops. Casen gives us a boost and we are at flying altitude quickly. He somehow pushes us off and there is only a slight dip as we get up to speed. Gael and I stare at the window, watching our mate in peril and unable to do anything. “FUCK!” I scream, going to punch the window only to have my hand caught by Liam. I give him a murderous glare. But he only looks at me. “I get that you’re feeling a bit helpless here, Hakeem, but punching a hole in a plane in mid-flight isn’t exactly the best idea.” I pull my fist out of his hand, growling, but I know that he’s right. I look over to see Gael still staring out the window, even though he can’t see anything. He
“Why don’t you guys smell like rouges?” Meredith asks. She really gets straight to the point. “Well…the way we figure it, we came from the same pack and we stayed together, so…we think we’re our own pack. Rogues never go around in groups of more than two. And that’s typically only when they find their mates. The fact that the witch that attacked us at our place had so many with her means that she exerted some sort of power over them,” Case says. “Mmmmm,” Meredith says. “I guess that makes sense. You guys were lucky to have each other.” “I wouldn’t call anything that’s happened to us lucky,” Corinda says sardonically. “Not what I said,” Meredith replies firmly. “I said that you were lucky to have each other. Can you imagine if you were alone? Or even if you had different mates? To be kicked out of your pack. To have lost your pups. The Mother gave you each other to get through these terrible times. So, yeah. You’re lucky.” Well, shit. This chick doesn’t pull pun
Charlie and I are trying not to fall apart right now. It won’t help anything and we’ve got to get ready to meet with these witches. But the only thing that keeps playing in both of our minds is when Brandon was hit with that witch's power. How he crumpled to the ground and couldn’t speak when we ran to him. Yeah, Dev healed him some, but not completely. Based on what he said, that’s why Brandon and Meredith won’t be coming back to us for four days. He’s gotta heal on his own and that’s going to take a bit. Meredith has been in touch with us via her cell and we were able to Facetime. Brandon was asleep, but she said that he had been up and talking for a bit. He had some water and they were on their way to some place safe. She strongly urged against us coming to get them. She said that it could lead the witches to us and Brandon really shouldn’t be moved anymore than he has to be. Both Lily and Bhakti agree. They’ll let us know when they’re leaving in four days. For now,
Hakeem, who happens to be the closest to the door, goes to stand in front of it. Before opening it, he scents the air. Incense, Hakeem links to us all. He looks through the peephole. I got two blondes out here. One’s about Meredith’s height, the other about just a little taller than Citra. Whispering into the phone, Zak asks, “What does your sister look like? What’s her name?” “Blonde. Slightly taller than me. A ton of expertly applied make-up. Stepford Wives clothing. Perfect manicure. Snooty, holier-than-thou expression on her face. Her name’s Celeste.” Citra does not sound happy at all to have to deal with her sister. Hakeem scoffs with laughter in the link. Described to a “t.” Take it she and her sister don’t really get along. “The other high priestess is Isabella Martin. Don’t really know anything about her,” Citra adds. “Alright, we’ll let them in. I’m gonna Facetime you so you can see them,” Zak says at a normal speaking volume as Hakeem unchains and
We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option. So, we got what we could over the counter, along with fast food and all kinds of snacks. We also had to get a breast pump for Meredith and something to keep the milk in. She isn’t going to keep it for her pups, but she doesn’t want to dump it out the window either. It would kind of defeat the purpose of all of the stealth. Then, Meredith gave me the wheel. She sat in the passenger seat, forcing Rin and Sev to sit in the back together. I catch them making eyes at each other every so often and that stubborn spark of hope that I was trying so desperately to quell rose up and flick
The pain of my healing is like something searing through my body. I can almost feel the fire crawling across my skin. It hurts. Like really fucking hurts. “You guys get some pain killers?” I force out of my throat. “We got lidocaine and morphine at our place. Can you hold on for like 15 minutes?” some dude I don’t know says. “Yeah,” I grudgingly say. I can hold out if it means that I’ll get something that will numb it. “I could take some of the edge off,” Corinda says. “You’d have to be able to burn it off and there’s no way to do it now without giving us away,” Meredith says. She digs in a bag at her feet, pulling out a plastic bottle. She dumps some pills into her hand and uses a pill cutter to cut them into smaller pieces. Putting the pills in a water bottle, she shakes them before turning back to me. “This is going to taste awful, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to swallow a whole pill. They’ll at least take the edge off until we get better drugs fo
After we eat, Bella passes out the apple quarters, keeping two back for Citra and Michael. We all hold the apple, looking at each other dubiously. Bella seems nice and all, but do we really want to trust a witch? I think that some of the distrust between wolves and witches, at least on our side of things, is that they manipulate the natural world. Change it into something of their own choosing, not what it was destined to be. And as much as humans would like to think otherwise, we wolves are an integral part of nature. Anything that threatens that leaves us wary. I have no idea what their problem is with us. You know, for all of my open-mindedness about so many things, I’ve never stopped to examine this. Hmmm. Something to think on. I get that knee-jerk reaction not to trust Bella. Not to trust what she is asking me to put in my body. But why? What has she done that is making me not trust her? Citra trusts her. Citra wouldn’t let anything happen to us. I look aro
While Chloe and Meredith get Brandon squared away, Casen, Corinda, and I greet Kesha. We haven’t seen Slade and the girls in almost a year. Kesha’s in the kitchen, making homemade pizza when we walk in. Her cocoa colored skin shines in the ceiling light. She’s grown her hair out to her shoulders and wears it natural, with voluminous twists. Kesha now sports a nose ring, the thought of the silver content needed to keep the wound open making me wince a little. She wears all natural make-up, except for bright pink lipstick on her full lips. She has a curvy body and wears form fitting clothes in bright colors that match her makeup. Kesha smells like fresh dough and sugary icing, the perfect match for baking talent from the Goddess. It’s part of how they support themselves, with a baking business that Kesha runs online out of their house. She’s short, the top of her head barely reaching my chin. Kesha wipes her hands before running up to each of us in turn to give us hugs. “I’