Sex, while being fun and entertaining, can do you a lot of good. In this case, by the time we'd finished there was the sense of being grounded again, of focus that I hadn't had before. That and being exhausted for all the right reasons. When my alarm went off I didn't wake up dreading what was to come. Shit was going to go down but I was all right with it because I knew that we'd make it through, one way or other. Not just Sam and I, but all of us. There was no damn way I let it go any other way.
She was curled up facing away from me, I ran my hand down her arm, "Let's go. Morning workout time, killer cardio and all."
"You know, there should be a workout based on being a hunter."
"Huh, three hundred twelve ounce curls a day, run like Death is after you, wild sex for a cool down and carb load like there's no tomorrow? Not sure that's going to be recommended by any health professionals."
She rolled over and smiled, "What health fad ever is?"
"Good point. I'll have Sam put that up on youtube, we'll make millions."
"Hooray, all our worries are over."
I gave her a quick kiss, rolled out of bed and texted Sam, "Get up, meeting Oliver in the lobby at nine."
About thirty seconds later my phone buzzed, "Plans change?"
"Yeah. Tell you at breakfast."
"Hotel restaurant?"
"Yup. See you there in twenty."
"Got it."
I took a quick shower, it was 7:30, plenty of time to catch him up and go get supplies for a hike. We ran into each other in the hall, guess we were back in sync with each other.
"Why?" He asked without any lead in, didn't need it. He had his laptop and bag with him, he was ready to roll.
"No point to sit here and stare at walls for a whole day."
"That park isn't small."
"Good thing we've got a few top notch trackers then isn't it?"
He frowned, "We don't even know if they're there yet."
"They are." My instincts were back online, thankfully. Several things had clicked in my head while I was getting ready. Wolf bitch had referred to her pack, they took full wolf form and from what Magnus had said they'd pretty much acted like regular, non-monster wolves. They wouldn't be hunting in totally unfamiliar territory. The random deaths that Sam had found were not all that far from here taking into account that we were dealing with wolves who could easily cover fifty-sixty miles a day in wolf form, not counting what they could cover when they had two hands and a car. "Did you get any maps or information about the park last night?" I asked as we walked into the lobby, "Other than size?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Any caves?"
I saw him start to catch up to my train of thought, the slow nod and wide eyes told me all I needed. "Two."
"Bet you dinner they're hanging out close to one of them when they're furry."
We crossed the floor and walked into the lobby restaurant and I had to stop myself from laughing, "I wonder if he even went back to bed."
"Huh?" Sam asked. I pointed at the back table. Oliver and Roy were there along with five decent sized backpacks that looked pretty well stuffed. "Nice," he said, "One less thing to do this morning."
Roy spotted us and gave a quick wave. There just happened to be three more seats at their table too. Coincidence? I doubt it. We told the hostess chick we were joining them and took a seat. I sat next to Oliver, Sam next to Roy and we ordered some coffee from the waitress who'd headed over as soon as she saw where we were going.
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Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)
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