Chosen Generation

Chapter 16: So Close, So Far

Chapter 16: So Close, So Far

Sara's POV:

I search the shelves until I find the familiar metal. Silver cutlery. I take the silver knifes from the top shelf and head back to the front.

I walk in the living room just in time for Dean's arrival.

"What do you think your doing? Drew you were supposed to watch her." Dean growls.

"Don't blame me, I didn't want to get killed. I prefer to stay out of the war path thank you very much." Drew argues back.

"First of all, I'm not a child. Second of all, you caused this. So quit pointing your finger." I snap at Dean.

"I'm trying to watch out for you, Sara!" He argues with me.

"Well, your doing one h*ll of a job aren't you?!" I snap back.

We continue to bicker when suddenly Drew yells, "Shut up would you?! Jaydenn is out there alone while you two are bickering and arguing! We need to come up with a plan instead of walking right up to them!"

He's right. He successfully shut's us both up and I continue doing whatever I was doing before... maps, right, I need a map.

I run to the back office and pull out the drawer I last saw a map when we first came to this place. Sure enough I find it crammed in the back of the drawer. When I get back I find Dean and Drew on the couch. They both pick up a knife and put it in their pocket, careful not to harm themselves with the blade.

Drew leaves to the back to go get something so I'm left with Dean. I bet he did that purposely. I awkwardly sit on the other couch opposite of him. I look up at him, and even though he's not looking at me, I see light green. I guess I hurt him with what I said.

"I was wrong." I claim, catching his attention. He looks at me hesitantly, almost as if he's worried about what I'm going to say next.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know that they knew where we were. You've saved me more than I can count. I guess I just wanted someone to blame and you happened to be in front of me at the time." I finish.

He just smiles lightly and looks back down. I happen to get a glimpse of his eyes and see them shifting colors. Is his wolf still mad at me? I guess I do deserve it...

"Your hair is getting pretty long." He comments, trying to completely change the subject.

"Yeah uh, I can't cut it on my own." I reply, smiling lightly.

"You know," He say's, finally making eye contact, "When we were younger, Drew-"

"If you say one more word," Drew interrupts, "I'll kill you myself."

I wonder what the story is. I would ask but our situation needs more attention right now.

"I think I have an idea, I think the best thing to do is-" Dean bolts up suddenly causing me to stop talking.

"It's snowing." He say's.

I look out the window and reply cautiously, "Yeah. It is, haven't you seen snow before?"

He ignores my question and say's, "We need to find the trail, now. The snow will cover the scent."

I quickly grab the map and guns, basically everything we needed and shove them into a duffle bag. We run outside and Drew and Dean both shift.

They take off, then halt when they realize I'm not fallowing. Man, I feel stupid right now. I don't know how to shift.

'Picture a leopard.' Dean's voice echo's through my head.

I take the duffle bag off of my shoulder and do as I'm told. Pain spreads through my body and I squint my eyes shut. The pain suddenly stops and I open my eyes, immediately realizing I'm taller. I look down and see my paws but don't have time for admiration.

I pick the bag up with my jaws and take off behind Dean.

About an hour later of straight running, I hear Dean call through a mind-link, 'Were about to reach the border. We shouldn't have to worry about our scent because of the 7 inches of snow on the ground, but we need to be quiet and keep out of sight. Don't get too, close their more than likely in the tree's as well so keep a look out. When we find a safe place we will camp out and talk about the plan.'

I give a quick 'ok' to let him know I understand. I almost said 10-4. It's a habit. About ten minutes later Dean stops and shifts, so I do the same.

"It's best you don't shift anymore." Dean say's, trying to catch his breath.

"Why?" I ask, just as breathless as he is.

"As far as they know, your a wolf, and I'd like to keep it that way." He say's. I nod my head in understanding.

I hate to admit it, but I can't run properly to save my life. The feel of my leopard form is odd and I constantly trip over roots and rocks. I always caught myself except one time. It was about 20 minutes ago when I tripped over a root, and instead of catching myself like I usually would, I fell flat on my face.

If I didn't have fur, red blush would have coated my face. Of course Drew had to take the time to fall over laughing in his wolf form, meaning it came out more like a snort. Luckily we can stay warmer than usual because of our fur, so the cold is not too much of a concern.

"Were not far from the borders, so it would be safe if we stay in here," Dean say's, pointing to a cave, "No fire, the smoke will give us away."

It hurts to know that Jaydenn is so close but so far away from me.