Frost

2) An Unanswerable Question

His eyes burned with an intesity. He needed to know. I couldn't tell him, I didn't even know myself.

Why had I run?

The logical answer was that I was afraid. Not if him, but of commitment. Of love. But that didn't quite feel right to me. It felt like I was running from the future. It felt like meeting him, was the start of my impending fate.

The ice and snow danced a wild through the air, while the winds played a furious jig to accompany it. A thin layer of ice had started to coat the gorgeous man's face, as he stood, staring into my eyes.

I took a shuddering breath. "I don't know."

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"Look at you! You're soaking wet!!" Nadia shrieked as we reentered the little cafe. The ragtag group was still sitting as we left them, the ginger, Haddock I think, was drinking a cup of tea. He gave me a smirk, and tipped his cup mockingly towards us.

My mate guided me towards my seat, and pulled out the chair so I could sit, his large hands resting on my back for a bit longer than necessary.

Nadia bustled over and went around behind me, her long dark fingers pulling at my hair. "You'll catch a cold if your hair stays so wet! Um...here!" She awkwardly used the loose part of her Hijab to try and dry my hair. By the time she was satisfied, her entire Hijab was nearly as soaked as my hair still was.

Nadia's mate stifled a laugh.

Mate.

Suddenly remembering, I leaped to my feet, startling the nontraditional Muslim behind me. "Someone needs to explain what's going on here!" I cried, "How do you know about mates?!"

Turning, I rounded on the blue eyed Adonis sitting beside me. His face was stoic, but I could see little flickers of emotion in his startlingly blue eyes.

"And how are you my mate?!"

The table looked at me in confusion. The beautiful womyn who had come in with my mate, gave me a raised eyebrow. "You mean, you can't tell?"

"Tell what?" I snapped irritably. If I knew, I wouldn't be asking.

The girl sighed, and glanced at my mate. He gave her a slight, almost imperceptible nod, and she turned her sharp eyes back to me.

"We are the Order of the Willow, and we are all Supernaturals." She said, her crystal voice ringing with power. Everyone in the group seemed to sit a little taller as she said it, their eyes gleaming with pride. "We are here to cordially invite Rivera Reynolds, the talented Soul-Reader into our ranks."

I sank back into my chair. The Order of the Willow was a special task force that was supposed to be a myth to scare young children. The Order of the Willow was made up of the worlds strongest Supernaturals, an independent task force, sort of like the Executioner or the Scream. They rid the world of the greatest evils, and protect the secrecy of the Supernaturals, entirely from the shadows. Rarely ever did they make an appearance.

And they wanted me. Rivera Reynolds from Ynabla Wen Kroy, just West of the Citnalta Ocean. Daughter of Elessa and Leor Reynolds. Star of the Drama Club, yet absolute failure at math.

Me.

"You're lying! You can't be the Order of the Willow! It's just a myth!" I shouted, jumping back out of my chair. "It's not possible! It's- unbelievable."

The pretty womyn glared at me, her grey eyes flashing dangerously. For a moment, I thought she'd slash my throat, instead she said, "Then read our Souls. You'll find that we are the Order of the Willow, and that we definitely want you."

I hesitated. I needed to know, but my power was so incredibly invasive, that I preferred to only use it in extreme situations.

A tingle ran up my arm.

Then another.

And another.

And the a wave surged through my arm and into me.

I looked down to see my blue eyed mate grasping my hand...

...And I grabbed his face and looked deep into his eyes...

...and read his Soul.