Revelation

Chapter One

I feel like this is long overdue, so I'm going to start posting chapters. I probably won't update more than once per week and it might be slower than that, but I do want to start getting this out, and maybe it'll motivate me to finish. For those who don't know, this story is the sequel to Redemption and I highly recommend reading that story first.

Chapter One

                Niki Sokolof looked at the clutter surrounding her. While working, she hadn’t realized just how much of a mess she had made. She didn’t really want to clean it up as she had not yet fixed the problem, and she knew she’d only end up recreating the mess the next day. But somehow, she didn’t think her boss would appreciate it if she left half of the hangar a mess.

                And it wasn’t like cleaning up would be a particularly difficult task. Not with her abilities. Using her telekinesis, she picked up all the tools and parts for the aircraft she had been working on. Instead of putting everything in its proper place, she simply moved it out of the way, leaving it easily accessible for when she returned to work. As she worked, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad about how things had turned out. This wasn’t the work she’d always envisioned herself doing.

                After being kicked out of the Anitreh, Commander Barton had managed to find her a position working as an aircraft mechanic. He had done more than enough to ensure that she would be okay, but Niki found herself still longing for the days of being an Anitreh. But had she been given a chance to do things over again, she wouldn’t change a thing, because she knew her best friend was alive because of what she did. Or at least he was eight months ago.

She hadn’t heard from Darius Laporte since her discharge, and it had only been one short note letting her know he was still alive – the official report claimed he had died and Niki had thought she lost him until Barton sent her a picture of him as well as the note. That had been the only thing that really kept her going. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to function knowing that all her actions had only led to Darius’ death. With no contact, Niki could only have faith that he hadn’t died since, but she was sure that Barton would have found a way to let her know.

                Once she cleaned up around the aircraft, she headed out, only stopping to clean her hands. She had stayed a little late that night, wanting to see if she could get anywhere on that particular plane that had been troublesome. And she preferred having something to concentrate on rather than sitting at home all night with nothing to do.

                She took her time driving, although the traffic was light at that time and she made it home in less than thirty minutes. She walked in the front door – she had disabled the lock because she didn’t like having to stop to enter the key code every time she came home. The lock wasn’t necessary anyway. She had nothing of any value to be stolen, and even if someone did come in, Garm would get rid of them.

                Her fylgja would protect his territory. He was a gray wolf, and a large one. Most people would likely leave immediately just seeing him, never mind the fact that he would growl at anyone he didn’t know, and probably attack if they didn’t leave right away. When she first knew she would be living on her own, Niki had been concerned about Garm. She thought she’d be living in an apartment, which would not work well with the wolf. Fortunately, in addition to finding her a job, Barton had found several homes for rent in the area that Niki found she could afford. The home was small, but it did have a backyard, which while still not ideal in size, was far better than keeping Garm in an apartment all day.

                Garm greeted Niki enthusiastically when she walked in the door. Niki had never bothered to teach Garm not to jump up on her – she liked it when he did that and it made her feel welcome. She scratched the wolf behind his ears and headed to her bedroom to change out of her dirty clothes. Her work clothes went into a heap on the floor and she decided to shower before putting on clean clothes. It wasn’t just her clothes that got dirty at work.