Chapter 83: New Mexico


    “Hey, Hey, wake up.” Carmen rouses both of us from peaceful sleep and I can see the daylight is


    turning dim as it gets close to sunset already. We both passed out and must have been unconscious


    for hours after their little argument.


    “Where are we.” I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn and stretch out like a cat, uncurling my limbs from the


    awkward position I’ve been in.


    “New Mexico, you better call Sierra as we crossed over a while back and I headed for Deming. That’s


    where Meadow said, right?” Carmen clicks her head from right to left to stretch out her neck and I can


    tell she’s exhausted from being the driver for so long. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and I


    can’t be sure, but there’s a telltale rosy glow across her cheeks, and nose, that hint that she might have


    been crying at some point. She seems fine now but my stomach lurches in sorrow that she chose time


    alone to cry out some of the pain she’s carrying and never woke us up forpany.


    “Yeah, I did.” Meadow stretches, yawns and balls a fist in her mouth as she wakes and uncurls properly


    beside me, a mirror to what I just did, and I giggle at her. “I’ll call Sierra and tell her we need more


    specifics. We made good time!”


    Meadow yanks out the cell, blinking at it groggily before she nches and rubs her eyes before facing


    the screen to me. It’s a text from Sierra, as though she knew exactly where we were and a more


    specific location to continue our journey onward. Spooky but then again, she is a seer and she had to


    know roughly around what hour we would hit New Mexico.


    The location is a road, in Deming that’s near an address, but she’s told us the house is only an anchor


    point and once we get there, we would have to find her ourselves. To stay alert and watch for signs.


    Whatever that means.


    Meadow furrows a brow as she repeats it all again, confused at the vagueness, but texts her back with


    a thanks anyway. There’s not much else we can ask her for if that’s all she knows.


    “She must be tracking us with the locator spell, keeping tabs.” Meadow shrugs as if that’s the only


    possible answer to her knowing exactly where we were at this point in time and I smile softly. Warmed


    by her attentive care even when we have travelled far from home.


    “She’s a seer…. she has gifts we don’t know about and maybe she just knows where we are…


    instinctually.” I shrug, forgetting for a second that she mentioned she no longer has visions since she


    awoke, but I’m sure she has other skills that might still be working.


    “About that…. one of these days can someone please exin all the witch stuff, and gifts, and all that


    crap to me. I only know what I heard and what was shared in mind link. It still kind of freaks me out


    knowing Colton and Sierra are witches. And you’re……” Carmen flushes red and turns away hastily,


    eyes averted quickly with heat spreading to her forehead and I know it’s not a shy response. Its


    emotion, to the part of me she sees as the enemy, the part of me that is responsible for her mother’s


    end. It’s the same response I had when I found out what I was. That underlying hatred for being any


    kind of link to those monsters that did that to people I cared about.


    “When this is over, I’m sure Colton can tell you himself.” I smile gently, throwing in as much charm and


    honest softness as I can, and Meadow throws me a look that says, ‘you’re insane’! I know she doesn’t


    get why I would insist my man and his ex would interact, but she is overly jealous on her best days, so I


    don’t expect her to get it. Being Luna, it makes things different in how I feel about wolves in my pack. I


    trust Colton, I know he would never betray me, and he sees Carmen as only someone in his pack that


    he’s responsible for now. The sooner I normalize her being around him in our home, then the sooner I’ll


    get over my past with her and the insecurity I still have when she’s near him.


    “We’re not that far from Deming and this location is right on this outer edge of that town.” Meadow has


    pulled up google maps on her cell and shows it to Carmen, giving her new directions in where to head


    as I direct up at the sky and point out the obvious. Slight uneaseing over me as I see how much


    duller it is now.


    “It’s getting dark, shouldn’t we think about getting somewhere before the sun sets andy low?” I ask in


    hesitation, but Meadow pats the dash with a smile, almost lovingly.


    “The vampires couldn’t get into the homestead; I doubt they can get into this little beauty. If we keep


    going until we get there and then we can’t get a lock on any real location to where to go, we’ll sleep in


    here, wherever we end up. Who knows, maybe the fates will bless us, and we find the witch before sun


    down.” She seems a little too sure that our metal chariot is as safe as can be but I am not so sure I


    want to put it to the test in the dark. We barely got through he wolf attack unscathed and we were


    moving. Besides, the wolves seemed too dumb to figure they could hurl boulders and trees at us, I’m


    sure vampires will have the sense.


    “Hmmm, shouldn’t have brought along the walking curse if you expected a smooth trip.” Carmen smirks


    in a self-depreciating manner but Meadow doesn’t miss a beat, or an opportunity to put her back in her


    ce.


    “I brought you as a distraction, quick vampire snack if we need to make a run for it.” She clicks her


    fingers to emphasize the point and again they lock eyes and have themselves a short simmering visual


    battle. I give up trying to stop this with those two and look at the road ahead instead, internally sighing


    at this constant war and try my best to ignore it.


    “Okay, so we head for Eighth Street. There’s apparently a nearby park or forest, she says the locator is


    sitting there and that somewhere around is the presence of that witch.” Meadow goes back to the text


    to check details and Carmen follows signs as she drives, focusing her attention and relieving me of


    their bickering for now. The air is turning colder as nightes in and the atmosphere turns serious


    and tense as the end of our journey begins to get close.


    We left at dawn, and it’s around dinner now but at this time of the year the sun sets early. We don’t


    have much daylight before it setspletely and I’m understandably on edge as we push onward.


    “Here!” Meadow hands the cell to Carmen, with a satnav app bleeping away as she nestles it on the


    dash where she can nce at it, against the dials and fuel light symbols so she has a clue where to go


    without searching for road signs.


    “Any idea what we’re meant to do or say to find her? I mean we can’t just walk up to humans and ask


    where the witch is.” Carmen raises a brow, looking somewhat skeptical about how this is meant to


    work, and I shrug tiredly, also unsure but we have to trust the fates aren’t leading us a merry dance.


    “We have her name, maybe we just ask if anyone knows her. I guess someone might have met her or


    knows of her whereabouts and we can just say we’re visiting from out of town and want to surprise


    her.” I try for helpful suggestions and flinch when the phone beeps in another tone, indicating a text and


    Meadows slides it back as I see Sierra’s name pop up.


    “Sierra has added an afterthought and said to watch for the birds… she said look for ck ravens, that


    the more of them there are, it’s probably because she’s close.” She too shrugs, a quizzical expression


    taking over her face as she widens her eyes in an ‘okaaaay’ kind of gesture that unifies the fact all


    three of us have no actual clue as to how we are meant to find her. I narrow my eyes, exhaling heavily


    at thisck of logical help from Sierra.


    “That’s weird.” Is the only contribution I have for now.


    “So are witches.” Meds points out and I smile at that, breaking the strained moment with a little


    affectionate teasing of our kin, and it reminds me of my missing mate. Sierra and Colton do have their


    own special charms but yeah, at times they can both be weird. There’s no getting around that fact at


    all.


    “So, we’re looking for a bird version of a spooky catdy who has a fondness for living in woods,


    despite being right near a town? Is she old, young…. eats children? Do we need to crumble


    breadcrumbs along the highway in hopes of idently falling upon her gingerbread house.” Carmen


    quizzes with a deadpan tone and a serious expression that somehow amuses me, despite herck of


    emotion. This time I dough out loud, at the girl’s weird dry humor that I never realized she even


    possessed. A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my


    head and only increases the giggles I exude.


    “I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point


    out between snorts of stupidughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole


    mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a


    lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us erupt. It’s needed, between us,


    this bonding over awful jokes.


    “She’s immortal, and powerful…. if that was me, I would make sure I look forever young, or at least


    make enough anti-wrinkle cream to stall time for a few centuries.” Meadow is the first to calm back to a


    straight face, wiping her eye where a tear had formed, and she snuggles up beside me once more in


    this new less hostile atmosphere.


    “Yeah, but three thousand years? I’m sure even the strongest Botox is going to struggle with that


    timeline.” I point out, thinking back to Meadow finding an article about Botox and humans preserving


    their youth some months back. She was unimpressed with how vain she considered humans to be and


    the extreme measures they would take to fight the aging cycle. Easy to judge when wolves literally


    don’t age like that and we stay healthy and youthful until we die. We reach adulthood, sort of around


    the looks of a thirty-year-old human when we get to that age and then we stay that way.


    “Um Meadow…. Luna Alora, um …. look.” Carmen draws our attention up into the sky over our head


    with a pointed finger up at the windshield and it’s hard not to miss the unmistakable flock ofrge ck


    birds flying level with us, at our speed, even if they are like thirty foot up above us. “That has to be a


    coincidence, right?” She murmurs and throws us a highly doubtful eyebrow rise that is matched with


    our own falling expressions.


    “I don’t believe in coincidences.” I point out, casting my mind back to a certain forest that led me East


    so long ago. The fates always find a way and this time, it’s ravens. “Follow them” Imand surely, a


    wave of excitement tremoring deep in my belly that this has to be a sign that we’re on the right path,


    but Carmen looks a little unsure, ncing to me and the window back and forth with hesitation under


    that etched brow of hers.


    “I don’t think we can! I think they’re following us….. do we stop? What do we do?”


    “No. Stick to the route. Maybe they’re just keeping tabs for now.” Meadow at least seems surer and I’m


    d I’m not the only one who is a little freaked out about our escorts appearing as we discussed them.


    How did they even know? This has to be in connection to the witch and the fates have to be ying


    along. It’s all too coincidental!


    “Sierra said she’s powerful, right?…. Witches can be seers. Maybe she knows. Maybe she already


    knows we’re here and we’re looking for her?” I query and sp Meadows hand unsurely, nerves


    hitching in my chest, my breathing bingbored as my palms get mmy and I stiffen all over. I


    catch Carmen out of the corner of my eye taking a steadying deep breath to reel her own emotions


    back to calm. Anxiety filling the air around us as we all fall somber now that we’re faced with the


    possible next step of our task. So much is resting on us finding her and I can only prey she is as


    approachable and willing to help as Sierra thinks she is.


    “Guess we’ll find out soon enough, Chicas. I hope Sierra is right, and this is a friend, not foe. Else we


    drove ourselves hundreds of miles, just to be crow food.” Meadow doesn’t seem so sure now


    either and I know the witchy side of Sierra and Colton is still something she isn’t sure of. She admitted


    to me a while back it unnerves her, makes her mistrust on some level. This power, these abilities, and


    she gets nervous around them when they glow blue because it’s just not something she has ever lived


    around, even before she came to the mountain. It’s sweet in a funny kind of way but I get it. She relies


    on the physical attributes and her steady strong wolf self. Magical, almost mystical powers, freak her


    out.


    Carmen gasps and jolts us slightly with a swerve as a huge ck raven drops right out of the sky


    without warning and almost collides with our windshield at the speed we’re doing. She ms on the


    breaks impulsively, gritting her teeth and clenching the wheel, throwing us forward in her emergency


    stop that almost ends me face bashing the dash and saves the shield from eating crow ass by mere


    millimeters. The damn thing just casuallynds on the bo, turns to us and pecks the ss


    nonchntly before flying to our right and taking off again in some snarky, sassy, crow manner, that


    screams of smug attitude. The little asshole practically smiled at us!


    We all turn, bug eyed, mouths gawping, and watch where it goes and then crap ourselves and almost


    die of simultaneous heart attacks, squealing in unison like feeble girls, as the entire flock of ck


    ravens shoot right across the truck, like a ck swipe. Skimming the roof, blocking out the light, and


    windshield, so we’re drowned out by a bizarre loud noise of beating wings and zooming air, impossible


    to ignore. Visually we follow it to the right, exposing a very grimy, overgrown and barely visible dirt road


    between unkempt trees. Almost obediently we all crane our necks to stare at the dense undergrowth in


    stunned silence, poised and watching as we all attempt to calm our breathing and ponder what this just


    meant.


    “I think we follow the birds now?” Meadow points out, clutching her chest and fanning her face to


    recover from the heart failure we all experienced. Those damn birds, I swear if I catch one I’ll wring it’s


    scrawny neck for scaring us like that.


    “I don’t wanna.” I almost whine, all my senses on edge and now I’m the one freaking out with the


    insane animal behavior that almost made us crash.


    “Youe all this way to chicken out now? What kind of Luna are you?” Carmen smirks at me,


    seemingly much braver than I am, and throws the wheel to the right as she puts the pedal to the gas


    again, pushing us on to follow the dirt track. We start to bounce and sway over the uneven terrain as


    she crawls us slowly and the truck groans and crunches in protest at having to mount grass. She slows


    right down as we inch onto the overgrown road that might not be all that great for a heavy slow truck


    with crap suspension.


    “It’s okay. We’re safe in here, remember. The rune symbols!” Meadow tries to ease my worry, catching


    my hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly as I reach out and catch hold of the dash to steady


    myself, while I nche at her.


    “It’s HER spell, she wrote it! … I’m sure it doesn’t do shit when it’s up against her.” I point out sternly,


    fearcing my tone with hostility, and even Carmen gawps at me this time. Her eyes widening before


    she moves to that familiar eye roll and exhales haughtily.


    “For the love of god. Who arms themselves with magical safetys that were sewn together by the


    person they are about to drop in on and might not be happy about it? … We do, that’s who. Masters of


    intelligence here! Why did I ever agree to this.” She scoffs, snorting at how stupid this n seems to be


    as she slows down further to hit rough and rocky road under the overgrown grass, and the truck starts


    swaying so wildly that it’s impossible to hold on. Getting harder to inch forward at all as the wheels


    catch in ditches and spin before kicking us back out amid a spray of flying mud.


    “I don’t want to be the one to say this but…” Carmen starts and Meadow finishes


    “We have to go by foot. We can’t risk the truck getting stuck here. We have to go back at some point,


    so we need this.”


    “Really?” I spin on her and raise my palms in shocked panic, my voice three decibels higher as my


    heart suffers a spasm of crazy beats. “Why can’t we go find a ce to wait out the night. It’s getting


    dark! Who knows how far down this path we have to trek and then still find her and get back again. This


    doesn’t seem smart or brave, or needed…. or something Colton would ever approve of!.” I practically


    wail it at her. I know I’m the Luna, but with all things tactical, then Meadow is the one I trust most to


    decide on a course of action. Colton made her his beta for a reason, but seriously though, right now, I


    wonder about the sanity of this Chica. I may have once killed a bear and trekked alone for weeks, but


    that was before I became tired, pampered, and scared of fog spells and lurking witches!


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    “We can hyper speed, get as far as we can and if it looks like the birds are taking us further and it’s


    getting dark, wee back and call it off until morning. It’s not like we’re incapable of holding off a


    vamp or two. We are bad ass bitches, Chica, we can hold our own for a short stretch of running.”


    Meadow seems amused by my reluctance, talking to me as though I’m her child and continues to


    squeeze my hand as though coaxing a toddle. I re at her and try so hard to remind myself that I am


    the one who’s meant to be in charge here, braver, fiercer , and I need to stop wussing out.


    “Ughhhhh, can we just go. Sitting here isn’t doing anything!” it’s Carmen this time, also looking at me


    like she’s disappointed in my fear, and I screw my eyes shut to calm my racing heart and nod.


    “Okay…. But if it feels wrong, or it gets too dark…” I plead and Meadow nods before I finish my


    whispering, shaky demands.


    “I know, okay. I don’t n on being reckless. I n on us getting home in one piece to break that damn


    curse. Stay alert, if it feels wrong, wee back. I promised Cole I would always protect you and I


    don’t n on letting him down.” The softness in her eyes, the appearance of mist adding shine as


    emotion makes her voice tremble, almost ends me. My heart swelling with the mention of him and the


    genuine love I see in her face.


    “Right. I’ll go first. It’s not like I have anything to go home for.” Carmen jumps out without hesitation, not


    waiting for my permission, like it even matters, and we follow using our own door. I feel like I’m


    dragging a dead weight after sitting for so many hours, and my apprehension isn’t exactly making me


    limber on my feet.


    Meadow locks the truck with the keys Carmen hands off and we turn and stare at the trees where the


    birds seem to be patiently waiting on us. It’s unnerving and they are all quietly staring this way, all forty


    of them, like miniature models of fake birds, with that onerger especially jet ck one in the center


    and looking like maybe he’s the leader of the bird crew. That little asshole who scared us half to death.


    I have my eye on that one for sure.


    “You ever seen that movie, Birds?” Carmen asks flippantly, before swiping up a long de of grass and


    wandering ahead first as though this is a casual ramble in the woods between friends. She picks out a


    path to lead and we shift and walk behind her, intrigued by this sudden pop quiz of movies.


    “No, what happens?” I ask innocently, aware Meadow is right behind me as we walk in a line and she’s


    checking behind us every few steps, on high alert and watching for any possible danger.


    “They kill and eat people in flocks much like that… peck out their eyes, brains…. organs… it’s kinda


    gross. Evil little bastards.” She shrugs, again with the deadpan tone of indifference and I gawp at her


    back and seriously wonder what kind of wrong goes on in this girls head.


    “Way to make us all feel at ease, Puta!” Meadow chirps in, a tone of ‘really?’ while pushing me to walk


    faster with a little lumber shove and Carmen almost gets run over as we start to pick up speed.


    “Just saying, watch the little shitheads. Never turn your back on a flock of angry birds.” She seems to


    be taking delight in raising my blood pressure to the highest level possible and Meds shakes her head


    at her, a low growl of shut up wavering subtly.


    “Yeah well, I doubt birds have any real effect on angry werewolves. Now run… we ain’t got all day.” She


    snaps at her, trying to end this conversation and I get another aggressive jab to my spine to hurry me


    onward. I eyeroll at Meadow’s sudden pushiness and throw her back a snarky re to tell her to be


    less handsy, but yet still obey.


    Carmen breaks into a run asmanded, then stops abruptly, and I collide painfully, right into her back


    and then Meadow into me, letting out muffled cries and protests as we tumble into an ungraceful heap.


    Falling over one another clumsily, and then groaning as I scrap my palm and knee on the rough terrain.


    “What the hell.” I whimper and pull a stray thorn out of my finger, casting an angry narrowed frown at


    Carmen for her stupid halt.


    “Meadow, ravens can’t hyper speed and we are following them…” she points out with that superior tone


    that I know will make Meadow want to punch her in the throat, and I throw Meadow back an ‘oh, she


    has a point’ kind of look. There goes her fast run n and getting there and back at speed. I knew we


    should have waited in the damn truck and now we have to rely on following birds who can only move at


    natural speed.


    Almost as if on cue, they scatter from the trees in a pping of wings, a rustling of leaves, where they


    have been waiting and head further back in the direction they are leading beforending on trees in the


    near distance. Urging us on and we hesitate for a moment, looking up at the disappearing sun in


    almost synchronized unison, sighing that we may not get another chance, and move to follow without


    question.