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❝ what happens next is the consequences of your own actions. ❞
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ENOLA WAS A HERO OF THE HIGHEST ORDER. But psychologically denying her pain still had its drawbacks. Instead of experiencing her real buried feelings—fear, loneliness, and abandonment—she felt only anger. And anger is not a feeling; it is a defense. When you cannot acknowledge your true feelings because they are too excruciating, you defend against them with anger. And her anger happened to rival the raging storm outside.
Hayley could feel the suffocating indignation that lingered in the air around Enola. She needed to escape this madness. So she unknowingly left Enola alone with Hope and a bobby pin which was all that was needed to make an escape. She just hadn't realized how crafty Enola could be as she stepped out into the pouring rain. She sent a few of the lingering pack members a nod of acknowledgement before making her way over to the tent where Mary was stationed under with a few refreshments for the hardworking wolves. I guess kidnapping really took a toll on them.
"How is that little one?" Mary called over the pouring rain.
"Sleeping right through the storm," Hayley informed.
"And her mother?" Mary inquired slowly.
"Murderous," Hayley sighed sadly.
"I brought you something that might come in handy," Mary informed. She held up some sage that she had been wrapping before lighting the end of it. "In my youth, wolves and witches had peace. Voodoo queen I knew showed me how to use herbs to tell when magic's afoot. Combine Solomon's seal and snapdragon, and burn them." She dropped the burning sage into the wooden bowl. "If the smoke is white, all clear. If it's black, there's a hex in the air. And if it's red, well, then you know you are in trouble." Just as she finished, a thick cloud of black smoke was emitted into the air. "Just as I thought. This storm ain't natural."
"It's Dahlia," Hayley breathed. "She is trying to pin us down."
Jackson stepped out of the forest with a few men following close behind. He had disappeared about an hour ago to look for the best route around the storm. But judging by the deep frown on his face, he only came bearing bad news. Well, bad news for them. This storm might just slow them down enough for Freya to find Enola and Hope while Klaus was out of the game. As Enola thought.
"The road to the highway is flooded. The quickest way out of here is on foot through back roads." Jackson informed. He paused. "What is it?"
"Elijah called. Klaus is gone." Hayley confessed. "We don't know where he went."
