Shape Shifting Love

Chapter Twenty

OMG ok Im so sorry its taken me forever to update this but yeah i hope you enjoy it even though it is short i will try to update sooner but i cant promise anything because of school and stuff like but yeah i hope you like it, comment vote fan (or follow as it is now but i am still going by the old words because its cooler) and this chapter is going to be dedicated to one of my friends on facebook who has helped me through a lot at the moment :D

Chapter 20

Mason

We walk across the sandy, bumpy terrain towards the gloomy building in the distance. Catherine carries the bag on her back while holding Kate’s hand. Whoa wait a second, hand holding, between them two.

“What, friends can’t hold hands?” Catherine says at me staring at them. Kate smiles at me and sticks out her tongue in a childish manor. I roll my eyes and turn back around to continue walking. The sun just peeps above the horizon as the apartment block gets smaller and the building in the distance gets bigger with every step we take.

“Have you got a knife?” I turn around to answer Kate.

“No.” Catherine rummages through the bag on her back before tossing me one. It spins in the air towards me before I catch it by its wooden handle. I slip it into my waistband just before we reach the back of the building. Kate finds a vent close to the ground and kicks it open allowing us access to the building.

“Who’s going in then?” I ask the others.

“I’ll stay here,” Kate implies, “if anything I’ll whistle into the vent to let you know to retreat back.”

Catherine and I nod before making our way on all fours through the small vent. The metal beneath my hands is cool and dusty as the light fades from behind us and only a dim light escapes from the grate in the distance.

“Not that I’m trying to sound rude or anything but so you even know where we are going, or where Michaela might be?” I whisper to Catherine who leads me round corners and down more narrow vents.

“Yeah, of course.”

“but how? Do you have a map or something?”

“Umm, well you know I can see people’s auras?” I nod as she swallows and continues, “last night I kind of had a vision of us crawiling and memorised the way.”

“Did it end well?” I ask with the hope building up inside of me.

“I don’t know it stopped as soon as we got to the room she is in.”

With that I continued to follow Catherine until she stopped at the edge of a grated panel. She looks down into the room below us and I see her.

Michaela, sitting on a small bed in the middle of the room. My mouth gapes open slightly when I see the outfit she is wearing and the white hair that covers her head. I turn my gaze back to Catherine to see her grabbing a fabric pouch out of her bag.

“What’s that?” I whisper to her as she pinches some of the fine purple dust from the silky fabric.

“Sleeping dust,” I look at her with a perplexed expression, “come on Mason look at her she looks completely different, you know they could have done anything to her and I’m not taking any risks of getting caught or worse.”

I know she is right so I help her gently lift the grate from its place and Catherine drops the purple dust onto Michaela. She looks up at us before her eye lids drop and her body slumps to the bed.

“Did you see her eyes?” Catherine asks me with a shaky voice. I nod knowing all too well that her irises were distinctly orange. Just like them.

Catherine proceeds to get out a thick rope and ties it round my waist.

“Right you go down, get her and then I will pull you both up.”

“How are you going to pull us up?” I ask.

“What just because I’m a girl means I can’t work out.”

“Fine.”

So with that I drop down into the room as Catherine supports my weight all the way down.

God that girl is strong.

I pick up Michaela from the bed and run my thumb along the black numbers on her arm. I’m going to kill Darren and Luna once I get my hands on them.

“Alright pull me up.” With that Catherine pulls both of us up to the vent and we make our way out of the building.

As soon as we step out of the building lights begin to flash and sirens start to ring out.  So we run straight back to the apartment. When we arrive, out of breath but safe, we bolt the door shut and I lay Michaela down on the bed. Kate and Catherine mumble something between them until Catherine comes to my side and pulls me slightly away from the bed.

“Mason, you saw her eyes right?” I nod knowing where this is going, “they must have turned her so we can’t take the risk of her doing something, so we decided to tie her to the bed, I’m sorry.”

I stand there knowing it’s the right thing to do but I can’t help but feel angry at seeing Kate tie Michaela’s wrists to the bars at the head of the bed. She then places a gold band round her bicep.

“What’s that for?” I ask out of curiosity

“In Hayley’s book it said it would stop a shifter from changing skins.” Kate shrugs it off nonchalantly.

After Kate has finished the three of us sit at the foot of the bed and wait for Michaela to wake up.

Hours pass with the three of us still sitting at the foot of the bed when Michaela starts to stir. We all hurry to our feet to see Michaela sitting on the bed with her orange eyes wide open.