(Un)wise (16 page)

She stepped back to let me out of the tiny bathroom.  “He went to get the others.  They’ve been waiting for you.”

Just then the door to the room flew open.  Luke strode in followed closely by another man with short dark hair.

“What happened to my bike?” the newcomer demanded, looking ready to strangle Luke.

Two women followed the man.  The first one, olive skinned with dark hair, looked worried and the second one, a short blonde pixie, appeared slightly concerned.  A second man followed the group in.  I couldn’t see much of his face due to the dark hair hanging in his eyes and a full beard.  Still, his lips twitched as if he shared the amusement of the woman he followed.

“Emmitt,” the first woman said, laying a hand on his back.  Emmitt stopped his advance and glared at Luke, who ignored them all since his gaze was locked on me.  The worry in his eyes told me enough.

“Michelle, he trashed it.  It looks like he dumped it,” Emmitt said without turning to look at Michelle.  “Jim felt guilty enough that it was stolen
.
He won’t even look at me now.  You owe me an explanation,” he said, pushing Luke’s shoulder.

“Ah, there you are,” I mumbled.  “We were just talking about you.  You must be Peter Gibbons.”  Luke gave me a puzzled look and everyone else ignored me.  Obviously, they didn’t get the movie reference and had no idea how much I didn’t care about their drama at the moment.

Luke tore his gaze from mine.  “I don’t owe you anything,” he said.  “But if you ask nice, maybe I’ll tell you what happened so you can go running to daddy.”

Emmitt moved incredibly fast and grabbed Luke by the throat with a loose hold that allowed Luke to laugh.  Michelle paled.  I took a step forward.  That man’s neck was getting way too much attention lately by everyone but me.  Before I took another step, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, stopping me.

Luke reached up and knocked Emmitt’s hand aside.  Both started growling.

I looked back at Nana Wini and with a cold voice said, “Don’t touch me.”

Her eyes widened in shock and she immediately released me.  Neither Luke nor Emmitt paid me any attention until I stepped up to them and smacked them both in the chest.

“Stop.  Both of you.”

Luke immediately grew serious and backed up a step, while Emmitt’s jaw twitched.  He fought not to follow Luke’s retreat.

The shaggy man snorted slightly, and I arched a brow at him.  “Something to say?”

The woman standing in front of him flicked a glance back at him.  “He’d hoped to see Luke get his butt kicked.”

I turned to glance at Luke.  “Do you have any friends here?”

He grinned at me.  “Probably not.”

Sighing, I dropped my hand and looked at Emmitt.  “He did dump the bike. Several times.  Each time it was because we were being attacked.”  I slanted my head and eyed them all.

Emmitt turned his attention to me, his eyes sweeping me from head to foot.  His nostrils flared, and I knew he smelled the blood still very visible on my shirt.

“I would have been a lot worse off without him,” I commented acknowledging the truth.  If the Urbat would have found me first...  I cringed at the thought.

Emmitt sighed and nodded.  “It’s always
my
bike.” The dark haired woman patted his back with a slight smile on her face.

My eyes locked on her, and a memory triggered.  “Michelle,” I murmured.  One of my sisters.  The one who had the two brothers she’d tried to protect.  I wondered if she’d found a way.  She eyed me curiously, obviously wondering how I knew her name.  “We need to talk.”

My gaze drifted to the other one, her childlike face brought a sad pang.  “Thank you for sending him, Gabby.”  I glanced at Luke sheepishly.  “I wasn’t very cooperative at first.”

She smiled but didn’t get a chance to answer.

“Well, Little One, here she is.  Now what?” Luke said, impatiently.

My eyes narrowed at him.  Little one?  She had a pet name?

I looked back at Emmitt.  “I changed my mind.  Hit him.”  I turned away and went back to stand by Nana Wini who watched me with a slight tilt to her head.  Luke’s expression turned slightly pained as his eyes followed my progress.

“Bethi,” he said as the shaggy man laughed.

What did he have against Luke?

“Everybody out,” I said, then changed my mind.  “Except you two.”  I pointed at Michelle and Gabby.

“Why?” Emmitt asked casting a glare at Luke.

The shaggy man stepped forward enough to rest his hand on Gabby’s back.  Good.  She was taken.  I fought not to scowl at Luke again.  It explained why shaggy man didn’t like him.

“Because I need to talk to them.  In private.”

“This isn’t the place to do it then,” Gabby said.  “Too many sharp ears here.”

She was right.  I looked thoughtfully at the walls of the room.  They would only block so much from werewolf or Urbat ears.  I nodded in agreement. She turned and walked out the door.  The others followed with Emmitt giving Luke one last look of promised retribution.  Luke stayed and eyed me.  I wanted to stand straight but knew it would hurt too much, so I didn’t bother.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he asked quietly.

I snorted.  “No, you can save your heroics for Little One.”  Idiot.  I shuffled past him and heard Nana Wini follow.

The whole group wandered down a set of stairs, turned several corners and entered a small room.  Luke and Nana Wini followed. Everyone stood in the room, waiting around a table that filled the center of the room. I shook my head before Emmitt could close the door.

“Private means the three of us.”  Instead of looking at him, I looked at Gabby and Michelle.  “There are things we need to talk about.  Things no one else would believe,” I added.  Gabby looked a little wary but turned to meet her man’s eyes.  Shaggy-man’s lips turned down in a slight frown.  Emmitt didn’t look any happier.

“For Pete’s sake!  What do you think’s going to happen in here?”

“She’s right,” Michelle said with a small smile at Emmitt.  “We’ll be fine in here.  You should check on the boys.”

Emmitt leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips before turning to leave.  Her eyes never left him as he walked out the door.  The other woman turned to look at the shaggy man.  Neither spoke.  They just looked at each other.  Finally, he sighed, touched her cheek lightly, and exited.

The three of us turned our eyes on the remaining two.

Nana Wini met Michelle’s eyes.  “She has new stitches and should try not to pull them.”

“She’s right here,” I mumbled, sitting on one of the chairs.

Nana smiled at me and left.

“I’m not leaving,” Luke said softly.

Out in the hall I heard, “If he’s not leaving...”

“Just shut the door already,” I snapped.  Luke closed the door on a growl in the hall, his smirk annoying me.  He leaned against it, ensuring our privacy.

“I’m Bethi,” I said ignoring him.

“I’m Michelle,” Michelle said.  “How did you know my name?”

Gabby remained quiet.  “You’re not curious how I knew your name too?” I asked.

She glanced at Luke.  “I assumed he told you.”

I shook my head.  “No. It would be a nice answer though.  A normal answer.”  Gabby’s eyes dropped to the table.  She knew what I was working up to.  Good.  “Are you ready for the truth?  The truth about your abilities, and why we are the way we are?”  Both of their eyes rounded.  Michelle slowly sank into a chair.  Gabby still stood.  “Well, to be honest, I don’t know all the details, but I’m pretty sure I know more than you.”

“I remember
,
” I said meeting their eyes.  “That’s my lovely ability.  We’ve existed before and will exist again…and again.” The thought of having to keep enduring this made me want to cry.  I settled for taking a slow calming breath.  “Each life we’ve lived before, I will eventually remember.  Each death.  Each emotion,” I had to stop again.  Maybe it was the pain of the stitches weighing on me, but everything just seemed so hopeless again.

“I can see what will happen with the stock market.  Well, I used to, anyway,” Michelle admitted.

I nodded.  “I know.  I saw you.  You were curled up in a ball,” I tipped my head back looking up at the ceiling as the memory of her pain washed over me.  “It felt like your head had already exploded exposing every nerve ending within you to even more pain.”  I met her shocked gaze.  “I saw a man pick up your little brother by his arm and carry him into the house.  The other one was just a baby.”

Gabby’s gaze flicked to Michelle.  I could still see the distrust there.

“I saw you too, Gabby.  All those homes. You could never let your guard down.”

Finally she sank into a chair, and I knew they believed me.

“We’re not alone.  There are six of us.  We need to find the others but can’t trust anyone.  When we do, we die...or worse.”

Michelle looked troubled.

“You said you knew why we had our abilities?” Gabby asked.

“Kind of.”

“I see lights,” she admitted.  “I just want to know why.”

“Because you’re our Hope.  But also our biggest weakness.  With you, they would be able to find us all.”

Her eyes widened in understanding.  “Six of us,” she whispered.

I gave her a smile.  “And you,” I said looking at Michelle, “are Prosperity.  You always bring fortune to those around you.”

“And you know all this because you remember?” Gabby asked.

“It’s not simply remembering.  I relive our past lives through dreams.  Not just my past lives but all of ours.  When I wake up, they stay with me—every detail.  Our abilities and how we used them in those lives,” I tapped my head.  “We’ve died so many times.”

“So you know what our abilities are for?  Why we are like this?”

“The dreams are still coming.  I’m not naive enough to believe I’ve learned everything.  But I do know we exist because something was needed to keep the balance between humans, werewolves, and the dogs of death,” I answered tiredly.

“Excuse me?”  Michelle glanced at Gabby as if saying “did you hear that too?”

“Urbat.  A cousin to Lycan,” I explained.  “They’re close, but not quite the same.  They tried to wipe out the werewolves almost a thousand years ago.”

“Oh,” Michelle said looking suddenly enlightened.  “I think Nana Wini told me something about that.  But she didn’t mention any cousins.  Just that there was a huge fight—they weren’t sure of the reason—and that it decimated their numbers.”

“Of both sides,” I said before turning to Gabby for confirmation.  “Right?  You can see the difference in their sparks.  Are there more werewolves or Urbat?”

Gabby looked slightly stunned.  “I knew it,” she murmured.  “Two different kinds.”  Her expression grew vacant and then troubled.  “There are more Urbat.  At least double.”  Her worried gaze flicked to the door, and she chewed on her lip for a moment.  “So what does it mean that I’m Hope?”

“So far, I just know that you’re the key to bringing all of us together.  You know where the other three are.”

Her attention returned to me.  “Two,” she corrected.  “Charlene is one of us, too.”

“Who’s Charlene?”  The name sounded familiar.  “Where is she?”

“Here,” Michelle said.  “She’s Emmitt’s mother.”

“Mother?”  Emmitt had to be at least in his twenties.  “How old is she?”

Michelle shrugged.  “In her forties.  I’m not exactly sure.”

“What’s her ability?” I asked.

“She admitted she could control people.”

Of course!  The dream starring Penny the bully.  I felt like jumping up and down and cheering.  “Strength,” I sighed with a happy grin.  “We are just missing Peace and Courage.”

I looked at Gabby.  “Where are they?”

Gabby’s gaze grew slightly unfocused, and I was glad she didn’t ask what I meant.  “Both on the East Coast.  One is very far north and the other just a little south.”

“One is with Blake,” Michelle said in a quiet, deeply troubled tone.

“Who’s Blake?” I asked a moment before the memory resurfaced.  Her stepfather’s business partner.

“He kept me prisoner for my premonitions.  I thought he was a werewolf, too.  But I’ve heard that word before.  Urbat.  One of his men was talking about Urbat ruling the world.  We have to tell the others that another kind exists,” she said meeting my eyes.  “The Elders have been trying to find Blake through their connection,” she said with worry in her eyes.  “But can’t.  After I met Emmitt, I had a vision of Blake with a tall, blind girl.  She called him father.  She seemed okay with him,” she shrugged and explained further.  “He definitely didn’t strike me as a good person when he kept me locked up, but he seemed to treat her well.  Kissed her head and everything.”

My stomach flipped in a sickening way.  One of
them
had one of
us
and treated her well?  A cramp started in my chest, and I struggled to keep my face straight as she continued.

“I’m sure she’s one of us.  The visions I’ve had so far have all proved to be of us, people with abilities.  I saw you in the mall talking to some other girls,” she said to me.  “And you, sitting on the floor with Clay in wolf form by your side.”