Page 105 of Lost Girl

She’s not wrong, they would. Without any evidence that she was abducted, they’d think she murdered the bastard and took off running.

I’m all but jumping on my paws as realization sinks in.No. They can't think that about her. She's innocent.

"The human world isn't privy to ours, Tav. Not like they claim. We're lores, written into children's story books, depicted in their movies."

Oh my God, Wendy.

"She might be okay. There could be a chance they assumed she was taken, but I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I have this bad feeling. As much as I want to dislike her for what she's put you through the last twenty-four hours, I can't ignore it. Pa mentioned it this morning and I’ve been thinking about it—"

I’ll meet you at the house, Lil!I don’t even let her finish before I’m sprinting away at full speed, bits of grass and dirt flying beneath my paws.

My little wolf might be in trouble, and if that’s the case, I need to get to her before they lock her away for a crime she didn’t commit.

Again.

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"Do you think it's possible?"I'm pacing the living room of my dad's house, hands threaded into my hair, tugging at the roots like a maniac.

How had I not thought of this? How could I have let something of this nature slip through the cracks? I would've warned her such things could be a possibility had it crossed my mind.

The absolute most shameful part of this revelation? Wendy dreamt of this. That last nightmare, the one that led us to the witches, revolved around this very scenario. I remember her mentioning it clear as day now. And what did I do with that information when she shared it? Waved it off, didn’t even give it a second thought.

I was so caught up on hoping she’d stay with me, on trying to find a solution in which to help her, that I hadn’t considered anything past that. I hadn’t wanted to. My main focus was always just her.

Her and I.

Us.

And here my sister was thinking Wendy was selfish. If anyone is selfish, it’s me.

"It very well could be, son,” my dad responds from his place on the couch. “Your sister has a valid point. Without those mortals knowing he was slain by a vampire and that Wendy was taken, they'll assume she committed the murder and ran.”

Just as I thought.

"Fuck," I hiss, yanking my hair out for the millionth time. I’ll be bald come nightfall if I continue, no lie.

"Don't panic just yet. You never know how the human realm will handle such things. They might deem her a victim, too."

No, they won’t.There’s no evidence of an abduction. "I'm way past panicking, dad.Waypast it.”

"You have to stay calm, Tavi. One cannot think rationally otherwise."

"Rational? You want me to be rational?” I snap, arms flying at my sides. “I've been rational enough by not going after her yet. If we’re right and she gets caught out there, they'll lock her up and throw away the key!"

"He’s right, Pa,” Tigerlily pipes up. “This is bad, really bad. You have to go to her, Tav.”

If only it were that easy.

"Yeah, and do what? How would I even find her?"

My sister gives me the most dubious glare, hopping off the stool at the counter. "Do I really need to answer that for you? Witches, duh."

"I'm sure Persia would help you cross the portal, possibly even locate Wendy before then,” dad chimes, confusing the absolute fuck out of me.

Was he not just saying to keep calm? To be rational? Crossing that damn portal is anything elsebutrational.

"I think you're both missing the point here. Wendywantedto leave. What makes you think that me dragging my ass over there will prompt her to follow me back?"

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