“What? I’m saying, we Westwoods are pure wolves.”
“Maybe it’s why you behave like such an animal,” Artemis says, making Katara smirk.
“You got that right,” she says.
“Like you ain’t a wild wolf woman,” I reply mockingly.
I can sense Heaven’s eyes on me, but I don’t look towards her as Dante speaks.
“For now, the Deimos line is pure wolf… but who knows what the future holds,” he remarks, sitting back with an arrogant smirk. I take a drag on my cigarette, blowing out a skull before chuckling lightly.
“True, once Jayce forgives our tribrid here. But seriously, I’m more concerned why the fuck you’re out here? I mean, yeah, you’re single, but you’re old, man. Go join your age group,” I taunt Dante.
“Piss off, you know why I’m here,” he replies, flipping me off.
Because there’s a limit to how long his powers can be suppressed. Even here, sure, all the extras invited out here are strong, but they will soon feel the weight of his power, and then it’s up to them whether they tolerate it or are forced to leave.
You know what always comes to my mindregarding your powers?Heaven asks.
“You’ll share with us even if we don’t want to know,” I mock.
She rolls her eyes at me.Please stop talking.She glowers.
“You know you like the sound of my voice, Blondie.” She shakes her head, both Allie and Sienna stare at me, and I cock a brow. “You both love me, too, right?”
“Go die, Theo,” Allie says, turning to Dante.
“What were you saying about Dante’s powers?” Asher asks curiously, just as Allie had opened her mouth. He now gets a glare from her.
Heaven folds her arms.It’s not a big deal, but I always wondered how Song was always so confident in your presence. We all knew she was a strong witch, but I personally always found it a bit intriguing.’
Everyone’s silent. Dante frowns a little.
“Damn. That’s a really good point…” Allie says.
Dante nods. I’m sure the thought has crossed his mind. “I never got an odd vibe from her,” he says.
“You ain’t got that intuition, bro. Leave that to the Westwoods. Stick to your Pictionary visions, bro,” I say with a smirk.
She had to have a way she was able to. She isn’t that strong,Heaven writes.
“You’re smart, Blondie,” I say lightly as I walk over and pick up a glass of alcohol. “Nice one.” I smile down at her, trying to figure her out, but her face is impassive. And with her two leeches staring at me, I don’t get to search her face for a clue, one that might not even exist.
“So, do you think she had some kinda spell or amulet that helped her?” Sienna asks Heaven thoughtfully.
“Or maybe she was just stronger than she pretended to be?” Brock, Artemis’ boyfriend, suggests.
Could be either,Heaven writes before she picks up a non-alcoholic drink and walks over to the pool, taking a seat on one of the deck chairs.
It’s cold out, but there’s definitely magic at play since it’s considerably warmer than it should be for the night.
“Who’s up for a game of snooker?” Ares asks.
“Always,” Ahren says as he walks over to the snooker table.
“Me, too,” I say, taking a gulp of my drink and placing it down.
Keep busy, keep focused – on anything but her.
