Running on Empty

WE LIE | 29

"What did you just do?" I leaned back against Axle cautiously, gauging her reaction to my question. The small smile she held didn't falter, and the spark in her eyes didn't fall, but her shoulder sagged.

"It was my apology to you. Just like your arm that one time when we were kids, the least I could do was heal you, there wasn't anything too severe anyway," I frowned when Axle lightly touched my shoulder to get my attention.

"I'm going to speak with Crion, I'll be right outside," Crion seeped from the shadows like the creep he was and gave me a ghost of a smile that was anything but comforting, but Cara still smiled back at him when he kissed the side of her head. 

They were tethered, bonded like Axle and me.

"You two have a lot to talk about."

And then the two of them were gone. Feeling moderately like a tornado had swept through the room, my attention turned back to Cara.

"We do?" Her attention flittered away from me and moved a few feet away to lightly shuffle around a few carved sculptures sitting on the mantle. Wolves. How fitting. I hadn't noticed much of anything the last few times I had been in here, but now I could actually look around and take it all in.

It was honestly pretty homey, maybe Axle's mom had made it that way to make it more bearable while she stayed here. I wonder would I ever meet them. I wanted to stay here with Axle and meet the rest of the people who lived here, but did I belong? I almost related to his mother in a way.

"We do, I want to.. I need to talk to you. There is so much that you don't know and that's all my fault. What happened to you, that's all my fault," Cara grabbed a small wooden wolf and clutched it in her hand. "Do you remember our parents?" I raised a shoulder.

"A little bit, nothing important," Cara sighed and settled onto the couch. "Do you? Remember them I mean,"

"Yes," She took a deep breath and pat the spot next to her while rolling the little wolf around in her hands. "They were good people, Amira. They only wanted the best, that's all that they ever wanted. But no one knows how to do that all of the time, no matter how hard they try."

"I don't really want to talk about them Cara, I want to – hell, I want to know why you are all... I don't know, you?" I bounced my leg up and down, searching her face for anything that signified she was really listening to me. "You left me, and, and even before you did you were weird, and distant," I sucked cold air between my teeth, pushing up off of the couch to look at a painting on the wall more closely. It was landscape again, but within the dense foliage some things didn't look quite right. There were shadowed things.

"You aren't human, neither is Axle, Eon isn't, fuck, I'm the only human here," I turned to look at her. "You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk."

"You're right," Man, I love hearing that.

"What are you then? A- A Lycan?" A witch would make more sense, but let's be sure to cover our bases first. 

Cara laughed at that. She actually laughed, and I probably would have laughed too if I was looking in from the outside. But this here, right now, is not a laughing matter. 

Asking my own sister if she was a supernatural creature, give me a freaking break.

"No," She sobered up, teeth sparkling when they caught the light. "No, I'm not. If I was, you would be too."

"So what then, a witch or something?"

"Or something, yes. You know, it really would be better if you sat down," I shook my head, itching to slap her.