Van sighs, “I think you’re probably right. How long did we last?”
“A couple of days,” Coen grins. “But we don’t actually have to go back to work yet. We need the update, but we can’t do anything on the wolves case until we’ve got the information from Rana.”
“That’s true,” Reed grins.
“I’m counting that as a win for us then,” I grin.
“We’ve still got time to do the things that we need to do before we officially go back to work,” River adds.
“That’s good, I’ve still got to work on the wards for us when we go out, and I’m working on a couple of other things as well,” Ransom says thoughtfully.
“I need to figure this whole Pete thing out and get a handle on my magic,” I say with a slight frown. Both of those things make me slightly nervous.
“Yeah, we need to find out what all your different colored fire means,” River grins, bouncing in his seat. “That was fucking awesome by the way, and so hot.”
I grin, “Well, I have always loved fire. Do you think they all do different things then?”
Raiden nods, “Yeah, I would think so. It is definitely interesting that it has different colors. I wonder if you’re going to have something new on every shift?”
“That would be pretty cool,” I admit. “Did you see my nails? They were claws! I think they would be pretty deadly in a fight actually. I want to practice with them.” My smile is sharp, “They’d be good for ripping someone's throat out.”
The guys all grin at me.
“We can definitely do that,” Reed says. “I think it’s a good idea to practice while shifted.”
“Me too,” I reply. “I’m already getting fed up with hiding who I am. I mean, I’m doing it because some really old supernaturals have told me that I should. I know that I’m rare, and I know that rare normally means trouble, but I would rather be really well-trained and just be who I am. No hiding.”
The Voices stir, muttering their agreement, and I know that I’m on to something. I have never been good at being told what to do.
The guys share a look.
“You make a good point. Hiding who you really are hasn’t historically worked out well for many people,” Raiden agrees, his brow furrowed.
“It would increase the risk, but I think that you may be right,” Coen says. “We don’t know anything about the Elders, and that concerns me. You are in control, and if you want to do it this way, then we will do it this way.”
“Well said,” Griff agrees.
I nod, “Yeah, I do. I think, unless my instincts tell me otherwise, I want to be able to shift and use my wings if I need to. Which actually would mean that I still wouldn’t have used them at all today.”
“That makes sense,” Ransom nods.
“I’m not going to just walk around fully shifted, or anything like that, but if we’re in a fight and I need to use my wings or something, then I’m going to use them. I probably won’t shift completely, I’ll just trust my instincts.”
“Your instincts haven’t been wrong yet.”
I grin, “Nope, between them and the Voices, they’re rarely wrong, if ever.”
“I can’t help but notice that you haven’t turned them off,” Raiden says curiously.
I shrug, “After I panicked that first time that I wouldn’t be able to get them back, I realized that they’re too much a part of me to just stop them,and actually since then they’ve been going quiet themselves, chiming in when they have an opinion on something or want me to know something, and then settling back down into such a quiet murmur that most of the time I don’t hear them.”
Raiden smiles, “I thought it might be something like that.”
“We have no idea if the Blue Fucker knows who you are, and if that’s why he’s after you, or if he’s looking for supernaturals with fast healing, or maybe even resurrection properties, and because of your success rate in HID, he thought that you could be useful to him, so he had you tested, and then you died. But of course, thanks to the Choosing, he now knows that you came back from the dead, and wants you because of that,” Ransom says, and then frowns and adds, “Did any of that make sense?”
“Yeah, it did, and you’re right. Neither option is good, but I almost think that it would be better if it were the second option,” Doc says.
Something occurs to me, “If I shift, and it gets back to him, he’s going to know that I’m an angel, and since the last known angel was my mother, is there a chance that he’s going to put it together?”