  &quot;We re here… may as well. Just don t let your guard down and don t hesitate to use your gifts.&quot; Meadow hisses under her breath, and I scoot up right behind Carmen to fall back in line. Flanked by two femmes and still unsure this witch is a friend at all. Sierra told us she was, but this doesn t feel like someone who is willing to bend over backwards to do anything for anyone except herself.
  We make quick work of following close to her, aware of the pitch darkness and I start to wonder how the hell we re meant to stay out here if she ups and leaves us now. We don t know this terrain. The truck is far enough away that we ll encounter a fight if vampires come upon us, and I have no mental space, or physical energy, for any of that. My adrenaline is firing high and I m already exhausted. 
  Missing Colton has become the biggest drain on my soul, craving him, needing his touch, 

  It s a strange night, to say the least. Long, and almost sleepless. Strained with three minds brewing crazily, and not exactly restful. Conversation is quiet, and sparse, as Carmen asked us never to bring up our newfound fact again and it seems none of us know what else to talk about. It all circles back around the two things – the fact I m pregnant, with twins, and the fact Carmen lost her child that we never knew existed and mentioning either is obviously a sensitive topic. For both of us.
  Me, I lay in bewildered and silent shock, staring at the sky, trying to get my chaotic feelings under control and absorb the reality of this while Meadow keeps watch. She s alert, on guard and sits staring out into the darkness, spinning to every new sound and can t seem to switch off at all. In Colton s absence she s become my ever-attentive protector and it soothes me a little, while my heart s

  &quot;Maybe we can speed between goal posts?&quot; I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again in a game of follow me.
  &quot;I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we re not just following some random flock of ravens who are trying to get away. I mean we re kinda assuming.&quot; Meadow quips in and I giggle out of pure nervousness and frustration and also doubt. Maybe she s right and were insanely following birds that have nothing to do with this. We assumed, given Sierra s text and then their freakish behavior that we should, and who knows, maybe their curiosity has them come to us, but mistrust pushes them to move further away when we g

&quot;We re here… may as well. Just don t let your guard down and don t hesitate to use your gifts.&quot; Meadow hisses under her breath, and I scoot up right behind Carmen to fall back in line. Flanked by two femmes and still unsure this witch is a friend at all. Sierra told us she was, but this doesn t feel like someone who is willing to bend over backwards to do anything for anyone except herself.
  We make quick work of following close to her, aware of the pitch darkness and I start to wonder how the hell we re meant to stay out here if she ups and leaves us now. We don t know this terrain. The truck is far enough away that we ll encounter a fight if vampires come upon us, and I have no mental space, or physical energy, for any of that. My adrenaline is firing high and I m already exhausted. 
  Missing Colton has become the biggest drain on my soul, craving him, needing his touch, his presence, and I seem to start off the day already fatigued, no matter how much I sleep.
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