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@wolfridden

@wolfridden  ;; paid attention to me

wolfridden replied to your post “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

Green eyes narrowed and she hefted yet another musty old tome onto the table currently serving as her workspace. She should have been at MIT. She and should have been working toward her first degree, instead she was taking classes via correspondance and trying to mitigate the aftermath of Monroe turning Beacon Hills into a warzone, and the supernatural community on it's head. The next book, weighty with age, hit the desk with ar esounding thud. It wasn't anywhere near as satisfying as it ought to have been. Considering the banshee was still no closer to figuring out where hunters would strike next, and with whom th McCall pack ought parlay next with. Not for the first time did Lydia wish her banshee powers had come with an instruction manual. She rolled her neck and shoulders in a bid to alleviate the lance of pain arcing up into her skull. The growing migraine settling with a dull thud behind her left eye. To compound an already shitty situation, the vault which had hitherto become their defacto headquarters, smelled faintly of mildew and was located an inconvenient distance from anything resembling civilization. "I have three new maps that a witch--and I use the term lightly, since she insisted I refer to her as Lady Glimmer Hawke--" she scowled, "--implied were rough approximations of supernatural territory. Which mostly correspond with the telluric currents that underscore most of the U.S. She didn't specify what kinds of supernaturals but she laughed when I mentioned werewolves."