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Storm graded each paper slowly. She wanted to keep herself busy, forget about what had happened. She was done by ten. By then, the kids should be in bed. Hawk would probably be in the infirmary for the night... "Oh no," she said. Isis was Hawk's wolf. And she told Hawk everything. Storm just hoped that Isis had enough sense to know not to talk about what had happened. No one needed to know.

X

Logan was in the kitchen. Beer bottle in hand, he sat at the island. Storm had gone into her room, and never came back down. This concerned him a little. When he had last seen her, she seemed agitated, anxious. He wondered if her behavior had anything to do with Isis' injuries.

Hawk came in a minute later. She looked tired, upset, and irritated. Not a good combo. As she snagged a soda and some ice cream from the fridge, he prepared to get up. "You don't have to leave," she said, not turning around to look at him."I won't bug you." He scowled at her. "And quit givin' me that dirty look."

After getting her ice cream, she went to the island and began to eat slowly. Then her phone vibrated.

X

Hawk looked at her phone, then glanced at Logan, who was looking for an explanation. "Who on earth could be texting you at this hour?"

"It;s just a friend," Hawk replied, quickly sliding her keypad out and typing just as quickly.

Spottedfire: Hi, Hawkclaw!

Hawkclaw: Hi! Prof alrt!

Spottedfire: Oops, srry.

Hawkclaw: It's ok.

Spottedfire: Txt u 2mro?

Hawkclaw: Ok. 'Night!

Spottedfire: Night!

X

Hawk snapped the phone shut, then turned to Logan. "It was just my friend from Florida."

"At this hour?"

"Yes, Logan. Kids from Florida can be just as bad about texting late at night as kids in New York." She took another bite from her bowl, then sighed.

"How's Isis?"

"She's okay, I guess. It's going to be awhile before she will be able to get out though. Have you seen Storm?"

Logan shook his head. Hawk sighed. "Neither have I. I'm betting though, that Isis' injuries have something to do with Storm as the cause- or at least, the reason."

"Isis hasn't told you anythin'?"

Hawk shook her head. "No. She's buried it deep inside her mind. I'm not goin' to press her though. Ya press a wolf, and it ain't gonna be pretty." Her Floridian accent came out on the last sentence.

"But what is it that they have to hide?"

Hawk shrugged. "I don't know. But this probably goes deeper than we thought."

"What d'ya mean?"

"I mean that we're probably going to be dealing with a completely different Storm, Logan. The masquerade's begun."


Chapter End Notes:
Translations: Hi! Prof alrt= Hi! Professor alert

txt u 2mro= Text you tomorrow.



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