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Chapter 48 – The Other Side of Right is Wrong (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt.3

"Our parents warned us," Kalenah whispers, swallowing as we hurry back to the main house right behind Nova's red Toyota. "They aren't safe," she murmurs.

I remain silent, unsure what to do in this very moment.

Brennan said he called in reinforcements, however was that the right call? We handled everything; we made sure that Faith was protected from Danny and his family, yet they still ran.

Why?

Worse even, what did the letter from them say that Nova did not feel comfortable reading it aloud to us? I almost want to chuckle.

Two years ago, if someone asked me which of my children would run away, no doubt the answer would not have been Samson. Even more humorous was why. There were thankfully a few reasons I could immediately eliminate.

Maybe a teen pregnancy or Kalenah and I forcing them apart.

"Do you – do you think they're going to North Carolina? Should we call Walsh Ansel? Send someone to the house?" Kalenah asks as we walk to Nova's parked vehicle.

The moment she see's us or maybe she was stepping out already, Nova jumps from the front seat, holding her wool coat closed, large leather bag at her side.

"Let's all go inside, up to my office," I say as we cut around to the front of the house, stopping short when we see red, literally. On the porch steps, is more than two or three tablespoon of blood. "Is – is Faith well?" Nova asks, unaware of Brennan's face or that Samson decked him.

"I've already started shifting around my clients," Nova says as I lead her up to my office. Frowning. "Why?"

She stops, looking between Kalenah and I, almost shocked. "My job is to read people Ansel, my gift, is an intuition that I cannot fully explain to any human." We nod, knowing that.

"I use my history, my experience to help where I am needed, but with Faith..." she taps her hand over her side bag. "If there was no danger, Faith would not have run," she whispers softly glancing around the halls of my home.

Narrowing my eyes, I say nothing.

Does she believe Faith ran because of people in this house? I had already missed everything with Brennan, what else could I have missed?

Angela was looking into the breech, waiting for someone to use the port that Devin had created. However, there had been no intrusion as of yet.

"Faith is like a toddler child when it comes to instincts. Some children they do not take to certain people. They warm up slow to them, they show signs that they are not completely at ease in their presence."

"There is no gray area when it comes to Faith. After the letter she's written... the fact that she even wrote it," I take a second look at Nova, turning over her words.

She's had maybe two months worth of sessions with Faith. Seeing her up to three times a week. Pulling apart the girls layers.

"Okay come – come," I hurry her, opening my office and letting Kalenah and Nova enter. Shutting it behind us, my eyes find Angela first.

"Ansel-"

"Oh," my sister stops speaking, eyes flicking over to Nova. "It's fine," I wave a hand, "Samson and Faith ran away," my sisters eyes widen, and she looks away from me, to Kalenah. As though somehow my words were incorrect.

Kalenah nods lightly, barely moving her head up and down.

Removing her jacket, Nova lays it on a arm chair, before digging around in her bag. My Lenah pulls me towards the sofa, sitting stiffly.

Once Nova pulls out the paper, Lenah all but tears it from her grips, reading it aloud.

The first thing I realize is that this is from Faith.

My wife squeezes my hand in hers and with a shaky voice she reads.

"Dear Kalenah,

Dmitri would leave me for months at a time and after awhile I became accustomed to him being gone or that is what I told myself.

You've shown me so much kindness, welcomed me in your home and attempted to be all the things I've never received.

This is why I'm writing you this letter. I would never want to put you through the turmoil that I endured."

Lenah swallows, and now it's for a whole other reason outside the kids running off.

"When Dmitri would leave me without any insight into his travels. I cannot tell you where we are going; however, Samson has taken a satellite phone so we will be able to contact you soon.

The next reason for this letter is to warn you.

GET EVERYONE SUPERNATURAL THAT YOU AND ANSEL CARE FOR AND GET OUT OF BEND.

IT IS NOT SAFE."

I frown, looking at the statements Faith has written, the places where she's used capitalized letters.

"I do not have all the answers, but whatever Lydia did to me, it jogged my memory some and I'm recalling events in my life before Cynthia.

BEND IS NO LONGER SAFE."

I see why Nova heeded Faith's letter. Swallowing I look up at Nova. "I do not quite understand what she means with the Lydia part... but see? Faith might not have experience but she would not write such a letter," I clear my throat.

"Um, Lydia," I say this as leader of my Den, not an Uncle. "She spoke a spell at the school," as I fill Nova in, she only shakes her head.

"Samson wrote this part," Kalenah whispers, letting go of my hand, her fingers tracing the letters.

"Mom, dad, it's me, Samson now.

I know you're going to worry about us, but I'll do anything to keep Fatima safe, and she takes care of me too in her own way. Like she said above, I have the satellite phones, so I will keep in contact, but mom, dad – do not let anyone know when we reach out.

Mom I told you that Fatima is special months ago, there are many unanswered questions when it comes to her I know, but please do not stay in Bend. Fatima cannot explain what is coming, but mom; so many things in life cannot be explained.

That is what you told me when Silas died. You told me that sometimes there just aren't explanations for events in life. This is one of those times.

Keep the family safe, leave Bend,

Samson and Fatima."

Kalenah swallows a sob, shaking besides me. "What – what do we do Ansel?" she seeks answers that I do not have right now.

"They have the phones – at least they took them," Angela adds coming over with her laptop. Though I nod, I'm still replaying what Samson and Faith have written. "Do you want me to trace their car?"

"I passed by the school, from my office coming here," Nova answers Angela though the question was directed at me, "They came in a much older car, but I saw Samson's car at the school," I shake my head, they switched cars.

"Do you think they're going to North Carolina? To the home Faith was kept in?"

I frown. "You saw them in an older car?" I ask Nova.

When she nods, that doesn't sit well with me.

Why would they change cars? To something older? Imogen's car? That couldn't take them far... certainly not all the way to North Carolina!

Rubbing my face roughly, I shake my head.

"Ansel? I can try to find them-"

"You won't find them," I mutter dryly. "They don't want to be found-"

Angela snorts, "Ansel, they're teens-"

I look at my little sister, her ice blue eyes filled with disbelief as though I was saying she could not find them. "Why would they take an older car Angela?" I ask her monotone already working out an outline of their thoughts.

I shake my head scoffing, proud yet, worried, furious.

"Samson's car has GPS and navigation. We would find his car. They take an older car, even if they are going to Faith's old home, in an older car? I doubt it. But she has the means," I spell it out for Angela and Nova.

Kalenah is silent, just trembling next to me.

"Brennan said that Samson took the emergency bag... the same bag with the book that shows where Packs, Dens, Fae covens are. They switched cars. And Faith has the financial means to buy a car flat out-"

"I can search her bank accounts," she offers, I just shrug. "You can try, but, if they've switched cars I do not think they'll leave a bank trail," I say with no hope.

Sadly two idiots did not run away.

Faith and Samson were the most methodical of the children in the house. Samson because he's been that way since birth. And Faith's mistrust is a product of her upbringing.

"I do not believe sending someone after them is the best decision we could make," I say the words slowly and Kalenah pulls away from me. Her eyes filled with disbelief.

"According to my secretary, it wasn't just Samson and Faith in the car, there were two more with them. She said she saw Nick's son – Luca," Nova volunteers more information.

"What do you mean Ansel? You cannot possibly think we just let them go? With the way things are right now for our kind? Humans are shooting first and asking questions after!" my wife's ire boils over and only I'm left to catch the heat.

"If we send people after them, Lenah, I'm afraid it will do more harm that good," I take the letter from her. I repeat the words written: "do not let anyone know when we reach out."

Ignoring Angela and Nova, I concentrate on my wife. "Don't you see? For whatever reason, they're letting me know that someone isn't trust worthy, Lenah."

Her brows push together and she slowly shakes her head, indecisiveness showing.

Though this is a conversation between Lenah and I, Nova speaks up again. "You guys," she twists her fingers in her lap, "I would never break patient confidentiality but I will say this," she looks up at Kalenah and I, forlorn.

"The world Faith expected, is not one that was born from her captor. She believes that she came with her beliefs, before even having met Dmitri," Nova says slowly, her true reason for trusting Faith's words laid out. Sure we knew this our selves, partially.

Yet, Nova paints it differently.

"Faith might be unaware of the world and the supernatural beings, but we," she eyes Kalenah, Angela and I, "we know better. We know that from that world there are gifted Faes. Seers..." and there it was.

I rest back feeling as though I had been unexpectedly hit from the side. The air rushing out of my lungs, whooshing loudly, still I did not dares say the words I was thinking aloud.

"You think Faith is a Seer, and that she's predicted the poisonous air, the Loyalists and Independents?"

Nova shakes her head, "not predicted, foresight."

Those three words changing the view of everything for me.

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At the same time...

ELDER CAELUM POV

"Sir," my secretary knocks as I converse with my peers. Nervously at the door, the room goes silent. "I just want to inform you of a new alert," my eyes widen, and the irritation I felt at her disturbance is slightly less.

I had been searching for them, following every lead. They were not dead as I was deceived to believe.

"Where?" I demand to know.

"Bend, Oregon?" she says more as a question than a confident statement.

"What triggered the alert?"

Clearing her throat, focusing on myself, she responds. "There was a hotel explosion-" I glare at her, "just the one explosion?"

"There was also a fire at a boarding school," she answers meekly. Resting back I try to align this information with the movements and similarities regarding Gabriel Gavino.

Could they be behind these two events?

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