Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

"See, I can be observant, too."
Soleil stopped humming when she popped up from a cabinet holding an iron skillet. "I'm going to make some omelets or like an egg scramble, are you all cool with that?"
Vin raised his hands up. "Please, there is no need. We do not need you to cook for us."
Remy elbowed him. "Uh, speak for yourself. That sounds delightful, Soleil. Thank you."
Vin chuckled. ~Delightful?~
~Fuck you.~
She looked at me last and I just shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy."
With that, she started cracking her eggs.
~Creed. There's something happening. I can feel a shift.~
I reached out to Osiris, who must have been flying overhead. ~Do we need to do anything now?~
~I don't think so. But sooner rather than later would be good.~
~No worries. I don't think she'll want to linger after her breakfast.~
~I know you don't like rushing her, but if you can find a way that wouldn't piss her off, I think that would be ideal.~
I resisted the urge to growl. As I watched her make breakfast and give us instructions to set the table, I wondered if this would be the last time she would enjoy a morning like this.
After all, rest was also a weapon, and she’d need it for what she was about to face.

I knew that this wouldn't last. I knew that I was delaying some sort of ax falling. I could feel it.
It wasn't so much that it was because there were these three newcomers and that they were suddenly in my life and in my home. They were surprisingly fine. Like they were a part of some family that I hadn't noticed were part of me or something.
I knew this sounded weird, but it was almost as if we all knew each other from Before. But I knew that wasn't right. They didn't look familiar to me at all.
I gathered my gear into my back pack like I always had as if it were any other ordinary day. Except this time, there was this feeling of either dread or anticipation that something was going to change.
I was going to choose hopeful anticipation.
My hands lingered over the books splayed on the dining table. Normally, I’d have closed the books, and placed them in their rightful place in the book shelf, yet I knew that they belonged with my dad where they could be used, and not collecting dust. A pang in my heart squeezed my chest.
I was tempted to bring dad’s scriptures to town with me at least, but he’d always zealously guarded them, and so I left all the books as they lay. It was almost as if Dad could come in at any moment, and get right back to where he had left off in his research. I smiled at the image.
The bit of paper with the coded cipher called to me among the scattered books, and I lifted it from where it laid on my mother’s notebook. Touching it now, I felt a sort of kinship, like this piece of paper connected me to my parents and the life we’d once lived.
I tucked that piece of paper in my pocket, as if I carried with me a bit of legacy.
We walked as a unit to the town and maybe because of the company or perhaps because of the circumstances but I was observing every sort of thing. Like how the grass seemed greener, and how I was able to hear more. Maybe it was just my imagination.
Every time I looked back, one of the men would be missing, only to re-appear a bit later. Creed was always there though, walking alongside me in casual conversation; he made it seem like he didn't know what was happening. Or rather, that he would let it go on without an explanation.
As we approached the town, Creed stopped me with a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Look, the townsfolk don't seem very trusting of strangers. They would probably look at me a little oddly if I were to walk in with you like this. You know?"
I did. And I kind of expected it. "Okay, so you just wanna hang out around here or what?" I really didn't care what he decided to do. He was grown, as was I. Neither of us needed babysitters and I had my dad to focus on.
He smiled then, and he looked more wolf than man. “Nah, I have something else in mind. Just stick to your normal routine. Pretend I’m not here. I got this.”
I blinked at him and how very aware I was of him. Pretend he’s not here? Okay, that’ll happen.
Walking into the town I let out a breath I didn’t realize I held. Thankfully, there wasn’t an attack that the town was recovering from overnight. Good. I didn't need to be emotionally distracted, not that I would have minded to help, but I really needed to concentrate on my dad.
I needed him to wake up and start spilling his secrets.
The parishioners who took care of the church greeted me, and I stiffened for a moment to see what they would say about Creed, but it was like they couldn’t see him. I wasn’t exactly a tall woman, but Creed was easily over six-feet tall and well-muscled. There was no way I was hiding him with my body, that was for damned sure.
I tried not to be self-conscious that I felt Creed at my back. How had he become invisible to the townsfolk? He said to pretend he wasn’t there, so could that be part of the reason why?
I was informed that my dad had been moved down to the basement, because it was cooler and offered more privacy. I thanked them and skipped down to the church basement, but slowed my pace when I heard raised voices.
"We can't put this off another night, Zorah. They gave us one day and one night to think about it. What will they bring tonight?"
"What do you mean? You cannot possible think to entertain