Chasing Wolves (completed)

Chapter 11 Isadora

Chapter 11

Isadora

It's been three days since we first started... I'm going to call it 'revenge-hunting,' for lack of a better word. We just finished up a particularly bloody fight involving an older Were (he actually knew how to fight and while everyone else was working on going through the group that was with him, I actually got to have a challenge) and everyone's sitting around the fire, tending to their cuts and scrapes. The Shifters only, obviously, since my, Lin's, and Rob's skin heals too quickly to show any damage (technically, Rob's is impervious).

Speaking of Rob... where is he? I haven't seen him in nearly twenty minutes. Normally I wouldn't be too concerned; he isn't an idiot (well, 90% of the time), and I smelled around our camp for any unusual presences. But there's no telling if he somehow found a Were and possibly got into a fight.

Trying to distract myself from worrying over his whereabouts, I decide to do something I haven't done in a while. Getting the training daggers from Meg, the unofficial weapons keeper, I get my other from Lin and start juggling. I shortly lose reality as I concentrate on catching and tossing all four daggers.

Hearing a gasp behind me, I turn my torso towards the sound, keeping my hands going and still perfectly catching all of them. It's Rob, now looking at me with a surprised expression. Did he not know I could do this? I could have sworn he'd seen me do this before... wait, actually, I stopped doing it right before he came, being too busy with the wedding and training and everything.

I catch all of them, keeping them in my hand instead of releasing them, and completely turn to him with a smile. "How did you do that?"

I'm about to answer when Meg answers for me, saying what I was about to, "who knows. One day she just picked it up. Even I can't do that, especially with more than one."

He shakes his head, clearly still amazed, "it was all practically a blur. I could barely distinguish the daggers." Wow, that's really something coming from a vampire.

I just smile again, beating Meg so that I can actually talk for myself, "I know. I'm awesome. I'd like to see you try to do that."

To my surprise he actually seems to take the challenge and steps forward to get a dagger. For the sake of my sanity I give him one of the steel ones, knowing that he couldn't cut himself even if he tried. I show him how to position it for throws and how to catch it safely before letting him try it by himself.

After a few failed attempts he finally seems to get the hang of it and is soon twirling it between his hands effortlessly.

A memory of the wedding pops into my head unexpectedly and I realize its been over a month since then. It's been a month since Rob came here from New York. I wonder how Mrs. Bedevere is doing?

"Hey, Rob?" He looks up, concentrating as he tries to twirl without looking, and I continue, "have you talked to your mom lately? How is she?"

He falters and misses grabbing the dagger as it flies past his hand and thunks into the dirt. He looks at me and rubs the back of his neck guiltily. "Well, actually... I just got off the phone with her. She's worried. I keep forgetting to call her from "Florida" and she thought something happened to me. She wants me to come home."

Oh.