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It feels wet, so it’s likely covered in blood.
Too late to care now. My hand is already doused in the dark liquid.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Despite letting Snake carry the messier body part, when we walk under the streetlamps I can see that I still have some bloodied patches of fur. My feet and hands feel the worst, but I still have some splashes in other places. It’s annoying. I will need a long soak in the stream to get cleaned up.
I do not wish to look or smell bad for my mate when we go back to the house to tell her of our victories.
Scratch already walked past us to get Valerie’s body from her house, and again to take her to The Abyss in the time it took Snake and I to decide who was carrying what, and for me to start the hunt for Maria’s elusive head.
Scar must have taken Candace. She was closest to The Abyss.
Typical.They’re probably almost there by now, meanwhile we’re just getting to the spot by the side of the nursery where we’re supposed to meet up again before we go to Lita’s house together.
“Can you run with that thing?” I ask Snake, trying to find a faster way to get this done.
The head drips and I hold it further away from me as I look back at Snake.
He hisses that we can run if I want to. I think he is waiting for me to turn away before he flickers his eyes. I’m being impatient, and it’s been a tiring night already. He probably doesn’t really want to have to run while that headless corpse bleeds all over his back.
“Sorry,” I tell him. “We don’t need to run.”
I sigh softly as we trudge into the woods with our bloodied body parts.
Scar and Scratch are probably already at the stream by now.
I tell myself it doesn’t matter.
They’re going to wait for us.
It’s not a race.
Snake hisses as we walk, asking me how it felt to meet my mother.
I can’t help but smile. “It felt good. She’s nice. I guess I never really thought she would be because of what happened.”
It didn’t even occur to me when I was younger that she might have been like Scar’s mother.
I just assumed she threw me away like the rest of the pack.
Now I know the truth, and I’m glad she’s still around to get to know.
Snake admits he is curious about his own mother.
I feel a little guilty that she is dead, and mine is not.
Somehow my mother escaped that fate at the hands of the chimera.
“I think your mother would have been nice, too,” I tell him.
He nods, hissing in agreement. He tells me our mothers probably would have been friends.
“I bet they would have been.”
If they are anything like us, they would have been best friends.
It is a nice thought.
