lot of sympathy pain. She dabbed at whatever was left whileglancing at Hunter's turned-away face. There was something about him that was so compelling.
He continued to ignore her as she dressed his side, taping the gauze over it.
"We'll have to change this in an hour or so, I'm thinking," she said.
"Whatever," he said, throwing his shirt on. "We need to keep moving."
"OK." Syney grabbed the bags of stuff. "Which way?"
Hunter looked around. "Our best bet is to get out of sight. Maybe find a motel and lay low until the others come."
The two headed out and started along the road at the front of the shopping center.
"By 'the others,' do you mean Raine and Cass?" Syney asked.
"Maybe not Cass. She shouldn't have been with us to begin with," Hunter grumbled.
"Why?"
Hunter didn't answer; instead he picked up his pace.
Syney sighed in frustration. She had so many questions, but it didn't seem she was going to get any answers.
They walked in silence for what seemed like forever before they came across a small motel. It looked about as inviting as the Bates Motel, but Syney wasn't going to start complaining now. Hunter stopped in front of the manager's office and looked down at the ground as he muttered a few curses.
"What?" Syney asked, glancing around.
He took a deep breath, and his face grew a few shades redder. "I don't have any...money."
"Oh, well, yeah. That makes sense...considering." She pulled her emergency card out of her pocket but pulled it away when Hunter went to take it. "This comes with strings. I've been really patient, but I'm done. I need answers."
Hunter looked into her eyes. "I'm not supposed to be the one to answer them for you."
"Well, you're all I've got right now," Syney said, handing him the card. "So deal with it."
He sighed and took the card. "I'll try," he said, before stalking into the manager's office.
Once in the room, Syney broke open a package of Devil Dogs and munched one down.
Hunter slowly sat down across from her on the other bed and eyed her. "What is that?"
"Devil Dog," Syney mumbled through her full mouth.
He made a face. "That's disgusting."
Syney swallowed. "It's delicious." She tossed one at him. "Try it."
"No, thank you." He moved the bag to the side. "Junk food is horrible for you."
Syney laughed. "Really? I was attacked by a guy who turned into a panther. Then I shot purple lightning out of my hands, and right now I'm having a conversation with a wolf, and you want to lecture me on junk food? No, I don't think so."
To Syney's surprise, Hunter's expression softened. "How did you know?"
Syney blushed under his gaze. "Know what?"
"About me?"
"That you're...the wolf?" She shrugged. "I don't know." She thought back over the day. When did she realize it? She looked back at Hunter and smiled. "Your eyes. They're the same."
Something nagged at the back of Syney's mind—something she had heard. What was it? Her smile fell as she remembered the crazy psychic. 'Trust his eyes. You'll know him when you see them." Had Madam Racksha been right? She had been right about the amulet, why not about this?
"What happened? Are you all right?" Hunter asked, concern lacing his voice.
Syney nodded. "Fine. I just thought about something." She paused. "A few nights ago, I saw a psychic. She told me to trust your eyes. It's just a little weird. I think she was crazy. Kept calling me the One."
Hunter stiffened. "The One?"
"Yeah. It was all very Buffyesque," Syney said with a laugh.
Hunter didn't return her smile. He just stared at her, his face beyond serious.
Syney's own smile melted.
"Am
I the One?"
Hunter nodded.
"And you're a werewolf?"
"Lycin."
Syney nodded. "I'm going to assume I'm not going to some academy."
"We were bringing you to the Village. It's...outside of the human world."
"Outside? Like another dimension?"
Hunter nodded. "Sort of. It's here but at the same time not here."
Syney stood up and paced. "And I'm the One what exactly?"
Hunter opened his mouth but
He continued to ignore her as she dressed his side, taping the gauze over it.
"We'll have to change this in an hour or so, I'm thinking," she said.
"Whatever," he said, throwing his shirt on. "We need to keep moving."
"OK." Syney grabbed the bags of stuff. "Which way?"
Hunter looked around. "Our best bet is to get out of sight. Maybe find a motel and lay low until the others come."
The two headed out and started along the road at the front of the shopping center.
"By 'the others,' do you mean Raine and Cass?" Syney asked.
"Maybe not Cass. She shouldn't have been with us to begin with," Hunter grumbled.
"Why?"
Hunter didn't answer; instead he picked up his pace.
Syney sighed in frustration. She had so many questions, but it didn't seem she was going to get any answers.
They walked in silence for what seemed like forever before they came across a small motel. It looked about as inviting as the Bates Motel, but Syney wasn't going to start complaining now. Hunter stopped in front of the manager's office and looked down at the ground as he muttered a few curses.
"What?" Syney asked, glancing around.
He took a deep breath, and his face grew a few shades redder. "I don't have any...money."
"Oh, well, yeah. That makes sense...considering." She pulled her emergency card out of her pocket but pulled it away when Hunter went to take it. "This comes with strings. I've been really patient, but I'm done. I need answers."
Hunter looked into her eyes. "I'm not supposed to be the one to answer them for you."
"Well, you're all I've got right now," Syney said, handing him the card. "So deal with it."
He sighed and took the card. "I'll try," he said, before stalking into the manager's office.
Once in the room, Syney broke open a package of Devil Dogs and munched one down.
Hunter slowly sat down across from her on the other bed and eyed her. "What is that?"
"Devil Dog," Syney mumbled through her full mouth.
He made a face. "That's disgusting."
Syney swallowed. "It's delicious." She tossed one at him. "Try it."
"No, thank you." He moved the bag to the side. "Junk food is horrible for you."
Syney laughed. "Really? I was attacked by a guy who turned into a panther. Then I shot purple lightning out of my hands, and right now I'm having a conversation with a wolf, and you want to lecture me on junk food? No, I don't think so."
To Syney's surprise, Hunter's expression softened. "How did you know?"
Syney blushed under his gaze. "Know what?"
"About me?"
"That you're...the wolf?" She shrugged. "I don't know." She thought back over the day. When did she realize it? She looked back at Hunter and smiled. "Your eyes. They're the same."
Something nagged at the back of Syney's mind—something she had heard. What was it? Her smile fell as she remembered the crazy psychic. 'Trust his eyes. You'll know him when you see them." Had Madam Racksha been right? She had been right about the amulet, why not about this?
"What happened? Are you all right?" Hunter asked, concern lacing his voice.
Syney nodded. "Fine. I just thought about something." She paused. "A few nights ago, I saw a psychic. She told me to trust your eyes. It's just a little weird. I think she was crazy. Kept calling me the One."
Hunter stiffened. "The One?"
"Yeah. It was all very Buffyesque," Syney said with a laugh.
Hunter didn't return her smile. He just stared at her, his face beyond serious.
Syney's own smile melted.
"Am
I the One?"
Hunter nodded.
"And you're a werewolf?"
"Lycin."
Syney nodded. "I'm going to assume I'm not going to some academy."
"We were bringing you to the Village. It's...outside of the human world."
"Outside? Like another dimension?"
Hunter nodded. "Sort of. It's here but at the same time not here."
Syney stood up and paced. "And I'm the One what exactly?"
Hunter opened his mouth but
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