Saving Him

Dirty Laundry

Chapter 11: Dirty Laundry.

~Sophia~

It took me a few minutes of lying on the cold hard ground to really put myself together. I had no idea what happened with Luke a few short minutes ago but I was sure that it had something to do with Ariah. And when I saw him next I was going to kill him. Or at least put him on the brink of death until he can put Asher and Luke back to normal.

With the thought of those two, the thought of Paisley soon comes to mind, and I find myself rolling my eyes. That girl just rubbed me the wrong way and I found her incredibly annoying.

Sighing I stand up and wipe the dirt off me. Regardless if she's an annoying twat I'd kill for her too.

Thinking roughly two hours must've passed since I left the pack house I knew I had to be heading back soon. Who knows when I'd have a chance to escape again once Payne realizes I'm gone.

I put my back to the pack house and began walking. I knew that if I were to turn around to look at the land in ruins I'd be filled with more sadness and grief than I initially had before.

Figuring I could take my time to walk, that idea was ruined as I smelt rogues. As soon as the scent reached me I wanted to scream in frustration wondering when I'd catch a break. I didn't want to fight anymore today, fighting Luke had me emotionally drained at the thought of what he went through.

Searching my surroundings I found it clear and decide to take a detour back to avoid conflict with rogues.

That in itself seemed like a great plan as I ran into the forest, but it became an even better plan when I saw marking on a tree.

Witch markings.

The smile that spread across my face was hard to conceal knowing that maybe this outing wouldn't be completely hopeless.

Not caring about rogues anymore I follow the markings until I find myself standing in front of a worn down little hovel.

'How cliché.' My wolf says and I roll my eyes, knowing she's not going to like what I do next.

Giving myself a small pep talk, I finally find the courage within myself to softly knock on the cracked door. It was immediately opened, as if the old women had been awaiting somebody.

"Can I help you?" She sneers and I put on my most polite smile. If I want anything I have to play nice.

"Yes, I stopped by regarding a special... Tea." I pause.

She gives me a scrutinizing stare with narrowed eyes while I move back and forth on the balls of my feet.

The look she was giving me felt just like the one Mom would use when she was scolding me, or asking me if I was telling the truth.

"What type of tea?" She snaps and my mouth opens to reply when she glares once more.

"Come along girl, I think I have an idea." She says opening her door wide for me.

I step inside grateful that she's going to help me as she shuts the door locking it behind us.

"What type of tea?" She snaps again while walking to a shelf full of herbs and weird looking liquids. I sigh in thought at the question.

"Heat controlling tea, miss." Hoping she knows what I mean, because I wasn't even sure.

The old women's muscles go taught under her loose wrinkly skin as she turn to look at me.

"Who are you?" She asks roughly as I cross my arms leaning against her wall.

Though I've never dealt with a witch before since Calub was always there, I knew better than to be handing out my identity to others. My parents were the good guys, I knew that much. But I was also aware that many wanted to take them down, and I'd be incredibly stupid to believe that Luke and I weren't one of their weaknesses. With that information in mind I always remembered my Dad saying not to be so trustful of, well, any stranger.