The days following Nox’s healing hadn’t been easy. It had been filled with anxiety and struggle. Thankfully her struggles were easier now. She touched base with Hayden as much as she could. That was helping. Her work for Sage had taken a back seat for a bit. She had trouble focusing. Marta had ordered some parts for her computer though.
It was Christmas Eve, and she and Ricky had headed to Midnight Mass. So really now it was Christmas Day. Splash was of course with them wearing her emotional support vest. Marta’s hand had rarely left the handle, keeping her wolf companion close. It really was a good thing that Splash was smaller and could pass for a dog.
Mass ended and Marta and Ricky waited to leave. Marta had expressed the need to wait as things cleared up a bit. Moving in the crowd would stoke her anxiety. When the crowd thinned, the pair of people and the small wolf stood to leave. Marta bundle up. She was getting used to the cold, but growing up in Mexico had acclimated her to warmer climes. She sighed. Soon enough she would be home and could take out the infernal contacts that hid her wolf eyes.
The crisp air hit them as they exited. They began to walk, but a man caught Marta’s attention. He had moved to cross the street, but then seemingly distracted, he turned and headed to a statue of an angel. A cold breeze brought his scent to Marta’s nostrils. It was odd. A mix of feelings. Sadness, maybe, confusion, and maybe some other things. Marta’s eyes stayed on the man. It wasn’t her wolf abilities that brought the thought to her mind.
This man was special.
Marta didn’t know how she knew it. She had learned to read people. Her wolf abilities amplified this, but it was still a natural talent. Marta was aware that Ricky said something to her, but her mind was occupied and she began to walk towards him, her hand still holding on to Splash’s handle. Splash padded next to her.
”You okay, mister?” she asked him quietly and respectfully. Marta turned to look at the statue and continue before he could answer. ”Do you know who that is?” Marta looked back at him expectantly. She wondered what had drawn this man to the angel statue.
It was Christmas Eve, and she and Ricky had headed to Midnight Mass. So really now it was Christmas Day. Splash was of course with them wearing her emotional support vest. Marta’s hand had rarely left the handle, keeping her wolf companion close. It really was a good thing that Splash was smaller and could pass for a dog.
Mass ended and Marta and Ricky waited to leave. Marta had expressed the need to wait as things cleared up a bit. Moving in the crowd would stoke her anxiety. When the crowd thinned, the pair of people and the small wolf stood to leave. Marta bundle up. She was getting used to the cold, but growing up in Mexico had acclimated her to warmer climes. She sighed. Soon enough she would be home and could take out the infernal contacts that hid her wolf eyes.
The crisp air hit them as they exited. They began to walk, but a man caught Marta’s attention. He had moved to cross the street, but then seemingly distracted, he turned and headed to a statue of an angel. A cold breeze brought his scent to Marta’s nostrils. It was odd. A mix of feelings. Sadness, maybe, confusion, and maybe some other things. Marta’s eyes stayed on the man. It wasn’t her wolf abilities that brought the thought to her mind.
This man was special.
Marta didn’t know how she knew it. She had learned to read people. Her wolf abilities amplified this, but it was still a natural talent. Marta was aware that Ricky said something to her, but her mind was occupied and she began to walk towards him, her hand still holding on to Splash’s handle. Splash padded next to her.
”You okay, mister?” she asked him quietly and respectfully. Marta turned to look at the statue and continue before he could answer. ”Do you know who that is?” Marta looked back at him expectantly. She wondered what had drawn this man to the angel statue.