Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 31- Fist fights and marred flesh

"So why can't we call them?" Zara asked Violet again. "We could just let them know that were coming, or that they need to keep an eye on Cassie?"

"It would make things a lot easier," Harriet agreed softly.

Violet intensely shook her head before resuming gnawing on her nail. "No, no, no," she muttered multiple times. Violet was not doing too well. "If you call then they will know something is up, and there are spies who will attack. If we call them something bad will happen, I know that much. I know."

Zara sighed. "I know you know. We won't call them. How much have you been sleeping?"

Violet paused and flicked her eyes to Zara, "Who needs sleep?" she said with a light chuckle.

Zara grimaced at her, feeling intense concern for her friend. "You should sleep."

Violet shrugged before sighing. "I supposed your right. I'll try, but its just so loud in here." With that the psychic skulked away but to her room. Zara watched her go, brow furrowed as she worried about the toll of everything on Violet.

Harriet gently placed a hand on Zara's shoulder, and Zara leaned into her touch feeling calm wash over her from just being next to her.

She was stressed, that was for sure. She hadn't been sleeping well either ever since she what could be the future. Behind her eyes all she could see was Cassie's lifeless corpse, and whenever she did, she saw the sixteen girl she'd been assigned all those years ago. It was a stressful time.

Harriet had immediately began organising a driving trip over there. Zara could only watch with absolute awe at Harriet's seamless organisation and authority.

In her time at the packhouse Zara had not seen many of the 'pack members' as Harriet called them. Zara quickly learned that it had been at Harriet's request that they stay away, to help Zara adjust. Now that it had been a few days they emerged from their rooms more often.

The majority of them were younger, teenage and early twenties. Harriet had quickly told Zara that most of the time, the ones that stayed in the packhouse were younger people branching out from their parents and it was a good middle ground. They had a roof of their head and had to learn to be adults, but still had the authority of Harriet to stop them from getting into any trouble.

Zara had trailed behind Harriet for the duration of her stay and noticed the many curious stares following her. They made her uncomfortable, but she saw no maliciousness. Harriet had told her that they just wanted to meet her and had heard whispers of angel. Zara understood their curiosity.

They were very respectful and helpful as Harriet organised the trip. They had to get a car large enough to carry the three of them and bags. They need to organise a hotel to stay out while they travelled. Harriet needed to appoint someone in charge. Harriet was figuring out a plan on how to enter the pack territory without sending off alarms and thinking they were attacking.

Harriet was marvellous.

It felt good to not be the one to have to figure out everything for once. Zara liked just having someone to help that wasn't Violet.

And she liked being around Harriet.

Zara had never really thought much about a relationship. What she had told Harriet was very much true, angels did not mention love. It wasn't in their nature anymore. They were soulless beings of efficiency and they were not meant to have such trivial emotions.

Zara had never even thought about it until she met Cassie. After only a few days she'd realised she loved the girl. It was a protective love, of care and absolute devotion for Cassie's best interests. Zara's entire focus was upon her charge. She would hold her close when she would cry, even though Cassie didn't know she was there. She would whisper words of encouragement as Cassie struggled through so many things. Zara held her hand as Cassie had walked up the stage to graduate.