feelings are hard

Blake held Tris in her arms as she nodded. “Good. Sorry, she’s terrified.” The girl sighed, rubbing the toddler’s back.  “I-I’m Blake.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He looked over to the little girl. “Hey, sorry for scaring you, little one.” He said with a smile. “I’m Brandon.”

She closed her eyes before murmuring a spell in Latin. Looking up, she smiled. “There.”

He smiled as the wounds disappeared. “Thanks. That’s pretty cool.”

She shook his hand before folding her arms. “That’s true, but no one’s been able to figure out how to pull that off just yet. Where were you when they jumped you?”

“I was running in the woods of the bayou. It seems as if they were lurking there.”

She nodded. “I’m human, just aware of everything.” She said with a small shrug.

“Good. When you’re not aware it gets dangerous.” He said. 

“Who’s here?” Hannah said as she stood up in her photography studio. She didn’t remember scheduling any shoots this afternoon.

“Oh, just me. I was wondering if you have any bathroom here.”

She smiled before nodding. Reagan didn’t mention she used to be a hunter herself, but she hadn’t touched a gun since she’d gotten pregnant. “It’s nice to meet you, Brandon. What are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Werewolf.” He answered. He didn’t have anything to hide. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Brandon.” She said as she offered a hand before sighing. “Yeah, they all seem to be gravitating here.”

He shook her hand with a smile. “I wish there would be an easier way to get rid of them than kill them every time.”

She smiled softly before shrugging her bag back onto her shoulder. “Are you alright?” She asked before biting her lip. “Oh, and I’m Reagan, by the way.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just kind of pissed off.” He shrugged. “Nice to meet you Reagan. I’m Brandon.”

Danielle smiled and nodded. “Sure, that’d be nice. Thank you.”

He ordered two beers. “I didn’t know witches could heal. But then again, I didn’t meet so many witches.”