The Outcasts

The missing prince

The missing prince

Claire

Todd was cranky for the first week of November. He would hiss at Mina, wherever she would appear and many times he had called me and Jericho ‘traitors’ for letting Elfas do unthinkable things to him. The only thing I would admit? Lots and lots of glue, pop corn and paint were involved.

It was Tuesday when Todd announced: “This is boring.”

I stopped with my fork midair, close to my mouth. Jericho’s pasta for lunch was to die for. “And what makes you say that Tobias?” Mina said and she popped another cherry from her Martini to her mouth. How she could drink at this time was beyond me.

“First, stop calling me with my old name. The new is much cooler.”

“But there is also a hottie by that name too! He has a number for name and I would lick his abs all night long!”

I groaned.

“We are eating here!” Jericho said. Thank you Jericho. “So don’t mention licks and bites and numbers and whatever sick and scary you have in your spider webbed minds.”  Hepointed at both Mina and Todd.

Mina scowled and Todd’s eyes flashed purple-red. “We are not ancient!” they said with a voice.

“No, I am older than all of you.” Elfas spoke suddenly and he got up, excusing himself. He was strangely quiet today.

We had been so engrossed with searching on the old scripts, I hadn’t noticed that the Fae hadn’t even said anything crazy. Jericho’s poke made me turn to him. We had grown…closer after the pass of the full moon. The wolf’s appearance and the fact that he hadn’t killed me, thank God, had given to Jericho the chance to revalue his relationship with his inner animal.

He had also started to make me sweets. Who the heck could cook like that?

Apparently werewolves did and there were enough comments from Mina, who liked to tease Jericho in a maddening way.

“Elfas. He didn’t drink his tea.”

Ok, that was serious.

Mina gulped the last bit of her Martini and turned to us. “It’s the anniversary.” She said simply as if she expected us to know.

“Care to elaborate?” I asked after eating the last bit of my pasta.

She pointed at the kitchen’s window. “Lethinia. It’s the anniversary of her transformation.”

“Oh.” Todd spoke softly and got up. “Now I understand why this time of the year he acts as if he has ovaries.”

“Hey!” Mina and I spat at him and Jericho almost drowned with his Corona.

“Of course with all due respect to the ladies, I think I’ll go and brighten his mood.” And he was gone in the blink of an eye.

“This got boring. I hoped for blood and gore.” Mina sighed and puffed in a tuft of smoke.

I turned to Jericho. “Please don’t tell me that you can disappear too.” I begged and he laughed, getting up.

“Sorry to disappoint you but werewolves don’t go ‘puff’.” He popped the word.

I smiled and together we gathered the dishes. I washed and he dried them. It was such a simple thing to do, it almost scared me.

“By the way, why aren’t you participating on the weekly matches Elfas and Todd have?”