Origin

Chapter Part 36- Not for long

Sebastian's POV

Nomads had an interesting choice of meal: canned beans, corn and string beans. I didn't think food could get any worse than the White Bear meat ban and seasoning water. Sobel designed the table as if we were honored guests underneath his tent. He laid out plates made of plastic, utensils forged in fire, while we drank from cups made as bowls. At the center of the table was the loaf of bread, broken in half.

Sobel sat at the head as we gathered around the make-shifted table. He was clear that he did not have much to share, but it didn't stop him from passing the cans around.

"I apologize for the mess. The maid is out for the week." He joked, laughing at himself. "Oh lord, if my wife heard that she would slap me silly." He chuckled, shaking his head. "My daughter is a trader. She works, traveling to other packs to get food or money."

I reached for the green paper in one of my pockets. "If money is what you are after, you can take this. Just tell me what I need to know." I placed the bundle of paper in the bread dish.

Sobel, shocked, grew wide-eyed then stared at me. "You are not a patient man."

"I am concerned. My mate she is–"

"Safe." He answered, taking a bite of his beans. "She is more Nomad than you, for a rare gem like her she deserves a smarter, more patient man."

Despite the insults, I found comfort in the fact she was safe.

"She reminded me of your mother. Fierce, strong and ruthless. She came through here a little over a month ago, saving a couple of kids from Hunters abusing their power. Most believe since we have no Alpha to govern, we are meant to be the target of abuse, experimentation or worse. She was a good dancer; allowed the women to braid her hair, the children to paint her face, and gave men insufferable pain if they looked at her the wrong way. She sat in the same chair you are in now when she asked if she could have a Nomad tattoo."

"She what?" Nick asked.

"That's what I said. We talked; she loves to talk. She gave me a convincing speech and persuaded me she was true on her quest to find where she belonged. She had earned it in her short time with us. So, I told her yes."

"Where is she now?"

Sobel continued eating before answering. We waited in silence as he ate one bean at a time, then one green string at a time. He didn't look up from his plate as his housemates entered the tent. There was a woman and a man, waving to us as they entered.

The woman with silver short hair and endless black eyes, clung to a man who had muscles on his muscles. He was tall about 6 '5 and weighed approximately 300 pounds. I found it hard to believe they lived comfortably under the tent, he took up the entire living room space alone. However, he smiled to be polite and friendly.

"You have company!" The woman nodded towards us. "And a witch."

"Caster." Kenzie corrected.

She bowed. "My apologies, such a human thing to say. Op! I suppose not anymore." She giggled.

"Come in. Nickolas, Kenzie, Sebastian, this is Joy and Peil."

Peil looked nervous and uneasy as he stared around the table. "Sobel, can I speak to you outside for a moment?"

"No." Sobel reached for the bowl of bread, paying no attention to the paper he so desperately needed. "I understand your concern but–"

"No! You promised no more visitors after the last one! No more!" His eyes shined golden yellow as he began to lose his temper.