Post by Magda on Sept 27, 2017 14:45:13 GMT -5
Strike has a unique relationship with Haven’s social elite.
For the first time in a very long time, Magda laughed. A full, throat-rasping, throw your head back, kind of laugh. The sort that jiggled the shoulders and made the ribs tense. The sound echoed across the car park around the Mall.
“Unique relationship?” Magda said. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way of saying they’re fucking each other.”
She figured it was supposed to be a bit of a secret, especially since Magda guessed the crowds of Wolves downstairs, let alone the Humans in their own base being given a little talking to by Oriana, wouldn’t take kindly to finding out that their race politics had probably been decided in the bedroom over some sucky pillow talk. But Strike had blown his shit when an attempt on Oriana’s life had been made, and the Human had been the big reason behind Stramn’s exile from the pack. No other Human had that kind of sway over the Alpha. Not even Strike’s own wolves could make him exile one of their number. Stramn had been delivered a punishment Strike had withheld from even the likes of Davis and Ivan, the former of which had murdered countless immortals without retribution from the Kragarian, and the latter had killed Trisha, the woman Strike had loved. The absence of the German and his dick-waving challenges he usually tried to stir up had been conspicuous at the meeting, but Davis got given his own little outskirts pack. After she and Davis had left the Mall a few months back, Magda had met him atop a skyscraper, clad in Angel armour. He and Isabeya had a pup on the way now. Strange as it seemed to admit, Stramn seemed more of an adult these days than he ever had.
Either way, if Oriana’s constant smell wasn’t so pervasive throughout the Mall, it’d be easy to cover up, but Strike (who himself stank of the human so much that Magda knew her scent intimately despite having never met) was now threatening to kill lone wolves who didn’t adhere to his ‘protect the humans’ ideals, and it didn’t take a psychic to know where his loyalties lay. Soon enough, she guessed it’d be the worst kept secret in the city.
But one thing was obvious. He was still hunting his sister. As much as Magda tried to understand what it was like, she knew she never would. She was an only child, and had never felt responsible for anyone but herself. She didn’t need a truce to keep her alive, and she had no invested interest in the survival or contact of any particular humans. It was easy for her to cut ties and run when she had no emotional baggage like long-lost siblings, so she couldn’t blame Dane for trying to find Alexia, but at the same time she didn’t get it. She never would. Not really.
“Okay,” she said slowly, measuring her words as she paced the rooftop behind him. “So you keep searching. And when you find her - because I’m absolutely sure you will - what then? Is she going to take another look at you and run off again? Is she going to pull a gun on you this time around and fill you with silver? Or are you going to collapse into each other’s arms, sobbing, and telling each other that you’ll never be apart again?”
It wouldn’t be as easy as that. The universe had a way of orchestrating things so that everything happened at the most inopportune time. It wasn’t going to be a storybook reunion, she was willing to bet the Manor on it.
“What exactly is it you’re hoping will happen when you see her again? Because it sounds a hell of a lot like you know you’re going to get yourself killed.”
For the first time in a very long time, Magda laughed. A full, throat-rasping, throw your head back, kind of laugh. The sort that jiggled the shoulders and made the ribs tense. The sound echoed across the car park around the Mall.
“Unique relationship?” Magda said. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way of saying they’re fucking each other.”
She figured it was supposed to be a bit of a secret, especially since Magda guessed the crowds of Wolves downstairs, let alone the Humans in their own base being given a little talking to by Oriana, wouldn’t take kindly to finding out that their race politics had probably been decided in the bedroom over some sucky pillow talk. But Strike had blown his shit when an attempt on Oriana’s life had been made, and the Human had been the big reason behind Stramn’s exile from the pack. No other Human had that kind of sway over the Alpha. Not even Strike’s own wolves could make him exile one of their number. Stramn had been delivered a punishment Strike had withheld from even the likes of Davis and Ivan, the former of which had murdered countless immortals without retribution from the Kragarian, and the latter had killed Trisha, the woman Strike had loved. The absence of the German and his dick-waving challenges he usually tried to stir up had been conspicuous at the meeting, but Davis got given his own little outskirts pack. After she and Davis had left the Mall a few months back, Magda had met him atop a skyscraper, clad in Angel armour. He and Isabeya had a pup on the way now. Strange as it seemed to admit, Stramn seemed more of an adult these days than he ever had.
Either way, if Oriana’s constant smell wasn’t so pervasive throughout the Mall, it’d be easy to cover up, but Strike (who himself stank of the human so much that Magda knew her scent intimately despite having never met) was now threatening to kill lone wolves who didn’t adhere to his ‘protect the humans’ ideals, and it didn’t take a psychic to know where his loyalties lay. Soon enough, she guessed it’d be the worst kept secret in the city.
But one thing was obvious. He was still hunting his sister. As much as Magda tried to understand what it was like, she knew she never would. She was an only child, and had never felt responsible for anyone but herself. She didn’t need a truce to keep her alive, and she had no invested interest in the survival or contact of any particular humans. It was easy for her to cut ties and run when she had no emotional baggage like long-lost siblings, so she couldn’t blame Dane for trying to find Alexia, but at the same time she didn’t get it. She never would. Not really.
“Okay,” she said slowly, measuring her words as she paced the rooftop behind him. “So you keep searching. And when you find her - because I’m absolutely sure you will - what then? Is she going to take another look at you and run off again? Is she going to pull a gun on you this time around and fill you with silver? Or are you going to collapse into each other’s arms, sobbing, and telling each other that you’ll never be apart again?”
It wouldn’t be as easy as that. The universe had a way of orchestrating things so that everything happened at the most inopportune time. It wasn’t going to be a storybook reunion, she was willing to bet the Manor on it.
“What exactly is it you’re hoping will happen when you see her again? Because it sounds a hell of a lot like you know you’re going to get yourself killed.”