sigh. He was scared of losing her and had spent the whole night fucking and making love to her. She didn’t want to leave him, and yet she didn’t have a choice. The Cure was still a problem. They were closing in, and it didn’t matter how far they ran, they’d keep on coming.
Climbing out of the bed, she made her movements slow so as not to awake him. Moving as far from Lucas as she could, she opened the curtain and saw the sun was shining. Staring into the garden, she saw Sean and Patricia drinking and talking.
Grabbing some clothes that were hung in the wardrobe, she stepped into them, making her way down toward the garden.
The moment she entered the garden, the warlock and witch turned toward her.
“I’ve got to go and do a perimeter check,” Sean said.
He wouldn’t look at her, and so Sandra made her way toward Patricia.
“He’s angry at me.”
“No. He’s angry at Lucas but he’s taking it out on you,” Patricia said. “Coffee?”She shook her head. “Nah, I don’t want any coffee.”
“Lucas is confined to the house until nightfall.”
“I know.”
They stayed silent for several seconds, and Sandra looked around the old grounds that were once owned by the coven.
“The Cure takes out witches as well?”
“We’re strong. A coven is stronger than single witches as we channel our energies through each other. The Cure came during one of our Wicca moons. We didn’t expect to be invaded, and so we were weakened. They came, they killed, and I was the only survivor.”
The pain in Patricia’s voice was easy to hear.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s something that can’t be helped. What has happened has affected everyone. The Cure, they want to take over the world, run it, and have everyone at their mercy. We can’t let that happen.”
“Lucas wants us to run.”
“Running will only get you so far.” Patricia turned to look back at the house. “I can’t keep running anymore.”
“I don’t want to run. I know why Lucas wants to run, and I can’t fault him for that. We’ve found each other, and the thought of anything happening to him last night is what brought the wolf out of me.” Sandra touched her chest. “I’m not going to run.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go and hunt out The Cure. We find their source of wolves, we take out their strength. Once we free the wolves, even weakened, these vamps won’t stand a chance.”
“What are you hoping to do?”
“You must have something of Malcolm’s to do like a locator spell. Wherever these vamps are, they’ll be guarding their bounty. Something with metal doors, locked cages.”
“They can’t teleport in or out,” Patricia said.
“That’s right. What if I can?” Sandra asked.
She’d been dreaming about saving the wolves that were trapped, being used as nothing other than food.
“What do you mean?”
“Last night, I teleported because of my connection with Lucas, and I was able to turn into a wolf. What if I can teleport into these cages, and bring the wolves out, without even alerting the vamps that I’m there?”
“That’s one fucked up plan,” Sean said, coming back.
“How long have you been listening?” Sandra asked.
“Long enough to know it’s crazy. Fighting The Cure is going to be certain death. What you’re doing is a suicide mission without any guarantees.”
Sandra growled. “Look around, you smart ass. We’re in broad daylight, and if what we know is correct, they’re feeding on wolves, so they could be hunting us now. They’ve got us running scared, and they’re usually-guarded bounty could be exposed. What better way to hunt us than to do it when we least expect it?”
Sean stood back, rubbing his chin. “It’s possible.”
“They don’t know about me and Lucas. I don’t even know if Lucas can walk out in the sunlight yet. This is worth a chance.”
Patricia and Sean shared a look. “It’s worth a shot.”
“What do you propose