Purple Roses

UNPLANNED

The door to my office opens to reveal Syris.

"Have you found anything yet?" he closes the door behind him and walks over to his seat. "Nope." I sit up. "I haven't found anything. I even looked through the first books we have of early werewolves and found nothing about the Vernand Isles." I show him the book I was reading. He flips it around and takes a look inside.

I lean back on my chair and look up at the ceiling.

"This is the second series." He looks at me. I give him a look. "I know. What does that say to you?" he gives me an understanding nod. "That you're bad at researching?" he asks me serious.

I grab the closest pen to me and throw it at him, aiming for his eye. He quickly covers his eyes with his arm and the pen hits near his elbow. He laughs as it falls on the table and stops covering his eyes.

"It means that you've already gone through the first series and found nothing, jeez. Was that necessary?" he rubs the spot where the pen hit him. "For things to register properly through your thick skull, yes, it was." I sit up leaning on the table.

Syris doesn't say anything and continues reading from the book.

"This really doesn't help us much." He points out. I nod. "It doesn't." I agree. "But what might, is just asking Rosie what she really is. I mean she has nothing to hide since we are the ones protecting her right?" I think out loud.

"Yeah, but I tried probing her about herself the other time but she's not saying anything. She probably doesn't trust me as much. But I'm so trustful I don't get it." Syris frowns.

"Must be your ugly face she doesn't trust. If it's not the reason then I don't know what is." I fold my arms over my chest and lean in my chair getting comfortable.

"But you're way worse compared to me yet she seems to trust you. I doubt it's the looks." He leans back on his chair and folds his arms over his chest. "Must be the mental age. You have a mental age of a toddler. You guys are way more alike." Syris adds.

"You think so? I think it's the height. She doesn't seem like the type to respect her peers." I shrug smirking. "Is that right?" he glares at me. "Absolutely." I stand by my statement. "I'm not short Parker. You're just ridiculously tall." He leans on the table getting irritated. "I don't know how many times I've said this already." he says. "You've said it a couple of times." I chuckle sitting up. "I just enjoy pointing it out." I look at him serious.

"Okay let's be civil and get back to what we were discussing." I take the book and flip through it trying to maybe find things I might have missed.

"You know she said something about how she has a mind link with the guys where she is able to find out their exact location right?" Syris points out. "Yeah what about- "I pause understanding what it is he is implying.

I get up and walk to the shelf of books, searching for the first book I took out.

I take it out and start flipping through it to a page that I didn't pay much attention to but was low key bugging me. I stop flipping when I found the page.

"What is it?" Syris gets up to walk towards me. I look up at him and wait for him to read it before I can talk. He takes the book from my hands and starts reading. I watch his reaction. He looks up at me confused.

"But I don't get it. Didn't this type of mind link disappear throughout the years? It's an old form of communication that the first wolves had. Why would she have it?" he asks me. "Why would she have it really. Unless she herself is one of the ancient werewolves. But that's nonsense right?" I start pacing around the room, trying to get my thoughts in order.