Jamie
Volrath’s Forest to Stillwater
Volrath’s Forest to Stillwater
Jamie watched as the tension settled, though the alpha had yet to relax. She glanced up as the huge female passed her, the voice slipping across her mind. A slight smile curved across her mouth in response, but didn’t bloom as her attention was snagged by Freya’s scent. A small line appeared between her brows as she assessed it, contemplating the difference between the one wolf’s and all the others currently surrounding her. A restlessness caused Jamie’s weight to shift, settling mostly into her right leg. Dark eyes blinked, flicking back behind her towards Moonlight Manor and more normal affairs within. Although she knew there was a general consensus to wait on the decree of the alpha, Jamie wasn’t wholly inclined to share the view. Perhaps it was the age difference that caused her mild insubordination, but the huntress preferred rather to follow spoken demands and ignore any assumed unspoken ones - it definitely made things easier.
Keeping her mind walled against any escaping thoughts, Jamie turned and began weaving through the trees left between her and the manor. Her feet touched the ground with purpose, always shy of leaves and twigs that might make noise if tread upon. Shaking free the concerns of the last several minutes, Jamie let her mind wander while she made the trek. She felt the brimming polarity in the pack, but abstained from becoming involved to the point that she had increased the length of her hunting trips as well as the distance. It had seemed natural at first to join the pack and learn about her new half, to become part of a support group in many ways, but sometimes Jamie felt like she’d taken some wonky trip back to high school and had to do a delicate dance to avoid all the heightened emotions that sought to ensnare and involve her.
As she emerged from the forest and saw Stillwater, a smile flashed into sight. A few errands came to mind, and she had a delirious craving for some licorice. Although Jamie took the time to pause and pluck a forget-me-not, she soon increased her pace. The flower spun between her fingers as she absently worried the stem, though no clouds dimmed her eyes or furrowed her brow.
On the outskirts of Stillwater was a small and humble house, painted a soft creamy white with cornflower blue shutters framing the windows and matching the door. A deep porch swung around two sides of the house, at the final point leading to the gate that barred strangers from the rear yard. Jamie opened the gate, slipping through before closing it behind her. The backyard was consumed by plant life, from morning glory and jasmine to a large fenced-off vegetable garden. Following the stone path she had placed a few years ago, Jamie wound her way up to the back door, found the hidden key, and slipped inside the house.
It didn’t take long for her to water and weed, since she had done much the same the previous week. Plucking a few ripe tomatoes and storing them in the house, Jamie rinsed the dirt from her hands and finally left to go into town. A glance back assured her the house still looked tidy and cared for, despite her frequent absences for pack business - luckily, a young boy took care of the lawn mowing weekly, greatly reducing her own chores. Threading fingers through the thick tumble of dark hair that framed her face, Jamie considered the small fixes she wanted to make to her home in the near future, barring any interruptions. The calm of contemplating such simple things drew the woman’s mind into a lull as she moved further into town, the forgotten forget-me-not tucked crookedly behind one ear.
