“So, when do we go?” She asks and we all freeze.
“Sorry Anna, it’s way too dangerous. We can’t bring you,” Nic reasons.
“You need help!” Anna tries but I think she knows it’s pointless.
“Yes, we do. I think it’s time we tell our families and get some back up,” I say.
As much as I don’t want them in danger either, we need help. The five of us can’t storm a hunter facility alone. I wonder how my mom and dads are going to react to me being mated? They’ll probably try to hug me and celebrate. I get a chill at the thought.
The guys nod, and we all prepare to tell our families everything they’ve missed.
Eight
Aly
My head is spinning around the room while my body sits on a bed. I’m watching it and I don’t even care, let my head do what it wants. I can’t control it anyways.
I finish the last bite of toast and down the remaining water in my glass. It’s so nice my parents are bringing me food. They never did this before but here they are taking care of me.
I think about wondering why they would, what’s wrong, but that’s silly. It’s no big deal, I should just enjoy it.
“Aly dear,” my mom starts. Why isn’t her head spinning around the room like mine? “What are these?” She points to my arm.
I try to focus on my arm and I swear it’s almost moving. It looks like a bunch of colors swimming together, almost angrily. Swimmy swim swim. I want to swim. I wonder if there is swimming here. I start to do the motions but my mom grabs my arm to stop me. How rude, I was swimming.
“I think we really did do too much this time,” my dad complains.
“Well we wanted answers so we should keep trying. If we can’t get them this time, we will do less next time,” mom responds.
I’ve started swimming again without the arm my mom is holding hostage. Swim swim swim-ity swim.
“Stop saying swim Aly dear,” my mom sounds frustrated. But how could she be frustrated? Everything is so zen, so chill, so relaxed.
“Focus on me,” she tries again, “how did you get this mark?”
She’s pointing at my arm again. Is there something wrong with it? Is it going to fall off? I start crying thinking I’m losing my arm. But just as quickly I remember I don’t care if I lose my arm. It’s no big deal.
“Let’s do less next time,” dad says.
My mom stands up with a sigh. “Get some rest. We will be back later.”
My dad and mom walk out. I stare at the ceiling, watching the room spin around me.
* * *
My parents are sitting in front of me watching me eat my meal.
“Hopefully this lesser dose works,” dad says.
“How are you doing Aly dear,” my mom asks. She’s staring at my eyes, I wonder why.
“Good,” I respond and it’s true. I feel good, there’re no worries in the world, I’ve got food in my belly and my parents are here. What more could I need?
“Good, good. Listen I have some questions for you, okay?” She asks.
I nod, of course I’ll answer her questions. Anything she wants to know, I’ll tell her. Because it’s all chill and nothing really matters. She needs to relax and get on the same vibe over here.
“What is this?” She asks, looking down at my arm. The arm covered in swirls of magic from Nic.
