The answer that comes isn't the one she expects, and it's not how she expects it, either. Edward's voice is suddenly in her head, everywhere, rambling and unsteady and saying a bunch of things she wishes she couldn't understand, and Kate's looking pale and shattered, and Tim was a wolf. Since when could Tim be a wolf?
There's something wrong with him, Kate says, clinging to her, and Wynonna thinks about the way his eyes had gone so black, how he'd tried to move away from her that night he came to her cabin, how he'd let her go like he was ripping himself away, saying it was too dangerous—
Realization falls on her in a rockslide, and she rolls her head to give him a disbelieving look, fury edging around her shock and surprise like flames licking around a sheet of paper. "Oh, you idiot."
Despite the thrill of horror chasing through her, Wynonna's hand is gentle as she takes Kate's arm, drawing the girl carefully behind her as she moves forward, putting herself as a barrier between Kate and the man they both— the the man who's cared for her and kept her safe for so long, only to shatter everything in a moment of weakness.
The movement puts Kate behind her, which is good. It also frees up her right hand, which comes to rest, ready, on Peacemaker's ivory grip.
Doc could make it look a lot more casual. Wynonna's too tense for that, head lowering, eyes intent on Edward. "The hunger?"
Goddammit, she'd told him, he needed to control it before it controlled him, and now he's hurt the one person he'd rather die than hurt and all she can feel is simmering upset and rage. "What the hell, Little? I fucking told you— and you went after Kate? Are you kidding me?"
She grimaces and shakes her head like a dog with water in its ears. "And can someone please explain to me why I can hear you in my head and why Tim is a wolf now?"
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There's something wrong with him, Kate says, clinging to her, and Wynonna thinks about the way his eyes had gone so black, how he'd tried to move away from her that night he came to her cabin, how he'd let her go like he was ripping himself away, saying it was too dangerous—
Realization falls on her in a rockslide, and she rolls her head to give him a disbelieving look, fury edging around her shock and surprise like flames licking around a sheet of paper. "Oh, you idiot."
Despite the thrill of horror chasing through her, Wynonna's hand is gentle as she takes Kate's arm, drawing the girl carefully behind her as she moves forward, putting herself as a barrier between Kate and the man they both— the the man who's cared for her and kept her safe for so long, only to shatter everything in a moment of weakness.
The movement puts Kate behind her, which is good. It also frees up her right hand, which comes to rest, ready, on Peacemaker's ivory grip.
Doc could make it look a lot more casual. Wynonna's too tense for that, head lowering, eyes intent on Edward. "The hunger?"
Goddammit, she'd told him, he needed to control it before it controlled him, and now he's hurt the one person he'd rather die than hurt and all she can feel is simmering upset and rage. "What the hell, Little? I fucking told you— and you went after Kate? Are you kidding me?"
She grimaces and shakes her head like a dog with water in its ears. "And can someone please explain to me why I can hear you in my head and why Tim is a wolf now?"