Wolf Woes

Chapter 7: Running wild (pt 2)

An hour later, Hope and Josie were sitting at the head of the conference room's table together, uncomfortably looking at their families' reactions. Caroline and Alaric were sitting to the right of them, plate of untouched food in front of them, and with looks on their faces that neither girl could quite place. Rebekah was sitting to the left of them looking impressed, while sipping away at a mug of Hope's blood. Across from them was a monitor where the remaining of Hope's family were being display. Freya and Keelin were on the right, Kol and Davina were on the left and in a small box between them was Marcel.

"So, let me get this straight," Kol started. "I don't talk to you for two bloody weeks, and in those two bloody weeks you go and magically bind yourself to a witch. And why has no one bothered to let us in on what is going on?"

"I thought Aunt Freya was keeping you in the loop," Hope defended.

"Hey now. I've had a lot going on," Freya defended herself. "I was going to tell you when we knew for sure what was happening."

"You've known for days what's going on," Kol accused.

"Well I haven't seen you calling any of us," Rebekah spat.

"You know very well that I call regularly. Davina and I have been busy preparing for the baby. I rely on the two of you and the people who are supposed to be taking care of her to apprise me of any situation that arises with Hope in between then."

"And we have," Alaric said. "This is a new thing that we are all trying to grasp. Let's not start fighting over who's to blame."

Josie leaned over and rested her head on Hope's shoulder and watched in amusement as everyone started talking at once. Hope leaned her head and rested it on Josie's. "So, this is what I have to look forward to by becoming a Mikaelson," Josie chuckled lightly.

Hope smiled. "This is them on a good day. We are a very dysfunctional clan."

"I can handle dysfunctional," she said, then thought about Lizzie, who was the only person missing from their meeting. She was going to feel so left out. "I'm going to give Lizzie the cloak today," she said quietly. "I don't think she's handling us very well and could use a pick-me-up."

"Do you want me there? Maybe getting something she loves with me there will help soften her up a bit," Hope joked.

"No," she lifted her head and looked at Hope. "I have something I have to tell the both of you, that I don't think either of you will like," she mumbled.

"Well what is it?" Hope asked. She could feel the guilt Josie was feeling coming through their bond in waves.

"You don't already know?" she asked.

Hope shook her head.

"I thought maybe you did, because of the bond," Josie admitted.

"Maybe nothing personal will come through, just general knowledge," Hope remarked. "So far the only thing that has come through the bond from you is feelings, your extensive collection of fire spells, and something about a dog named Scooby Doo."

Josie blushed, "It's an old cartoon Lizzie and I love."

"Well then, I'll have to look it up," Hope smiled.

"Do you think we can control what goes through the bond?"

"Maybe," Hope said. "Think of something."

Josie thought for a moment than smiled. Hope smiled at her smile, but nothing seemed unusual in her mind. "What are you thinking about."

She leaned over and whispered into Hope's ear, "What it felt like when we kissed, and what it'll feel like to go further."