Devils Roses 04 - Witch

looked at Luke and wondered if they would find the trail again. They had lost it outside of a town called Portsmouth, on the border of New Hampshire and Maine.
    Lucas walked down to the river they sat on the banks of and phased back. He stood naked on the riverbank and dove in. The blood rose to the surface of the water, as it washed from him. Sam wrinkled his nose at him, as he surfaced and beamed, “Now that was a meal. I left some meat on the bones for you.”
    Sam tried not to heave, “Yeah that’s not going to happen. You’ve had your muzzle over every inch of that poor creature.”
    Lucas rolled his eyes, “Pass my clothes Nancy.”
    Sam, half tempted to toss them in to the river, passed them to the edge of the water.
    Lucas dressed quickly, “My family is from a small town from just up state. I’ve lost the trail but they will know if they’ve had a rogue wolf in their territory.”
    Sam nodded, “Okay.” He looked at his phone, still no word from Hanna. He pressed his lips together.
    “Want to go to her?”
    He looked up at the grin on Lucas’s face, “No. I just want her to tell me she’s okay. It’s easy for you, Aimee and Ari like each other. They both hate Hanna.”
    Lucas shrugged, “They don’t hate her, they dislike her. All supernatural girls dislike Hanna. Competition.” He winked at Sam.
    Sam growled, “She isn’t competition.”
    Lucas laughed mockingly, “I know I know. You’ve convinced her to love only you, that doesn’t change the fact she’s a hot mess dude.”
    Sam squared his shoulders at him, but Lucas stepped back with his hands up, “Whoa dude, I get it. I smelled it on her when I met her. Anyone who meets Hanna will agree she's a sweet girl. She’s also the scariest monster I’ve ever met, including Lorri.”
    “Not making me feel better.”
    Lucas laughed again, “Nothing you can do. Nothing she can do. Dude Aimee isn’t going to let anything happen to her. Neither will Ari. We both know Dorian won’t.”
    “Okay, stop trying to make me feel better. Jesus.”
    Lucas pointed, “It’s this way. Want to flash us maybe fifty miles at a time?”
    He put his wrist out for Sam to take. Sam thought for a brief second about leaving him to walk, but placed his hand over his wrist in the last second.

    xxxx

    When Lucas had said his family lived in a small area in Maine, Sam had not expected what he found. Lucas’s uncles had a massive hunting retreat with expansive grounds where wolves walked freely. The lodges were mansions, only made to look like log homes. Western Canadian Fir and Cedar made up the huge houses and many decks. The lawns were less than what one would expect surrounding such homes, but it made sense. Werewolves wouldn’t care about how the grass looked when they were eating a carcass on it.
    Regardless of the fact he was able to leave instantly, he couldn’t help but feel nervous and out of place. He was the one that wasn’t like the others. A tall stunning woman walked past him smiling seductively.
    Lucas moaned, “Keep it in your pants Sammy.”
    Sam punched him in the arm.
    “Lucas!” A voice called out from a crowd.
    Sam watched Lucas bound up to a huge beast of a man. The man had dark red hair and dark amber eyes. He wrapped his huge arms around Lucas.
    They hugged and talked briefly but as others began to notice the commotion, a group of people converged upon Lucas. Hugs and laughter filled the circle surrounding him. Sam lost Lucas in the crowd. He felt like twiddling his thumbs, as he waited for the reunion to end. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Hanna.
    ‘where r u?’
    He put the phone back, not certain he wanted the answer.
    “Luke, is that for me?”
    Sam looked up at a sexy young woman with silky blonde hair pointing at him. She wore the shortest shorts he had ever seen, revealing long tanned muscled legs. She wore flip-flops and a tiny white tank top. The weather was nowhere near warm enough for her outfit. Sam gulped. She watched him like he was the fawn Lucas had just eaten.
    Lucas reappeared from the crowd, “This is Sam. He’s different. He’s not a snack Janine. He’s half Siren.”
    Sam felt ashamed as he watched the faces of the people around him change. Their eyes widened, their mouths tightened and theirs stares became hardened. The Fae had long known sirens as trouble. They were like the Fae's naughty cousin that no one wanted around.
    “He’s a Rose?” The blonde asked