Sitting behind the wheel of his old '95 Chevy with the peeling pale blue paint, Wade fidgeted with the keys. More like he tossed them and caught them. Tossed. Caught. Looked out the rolled down window. He didn't like any of this. But he already crossed the line, he already said he would share it with Declan.
Was it the right thing to do? There was nothing either of them could do about what was in the vision but... It wasn't as if the vision itself meant... meant... what it looked like it meant. Wade sighed and tossed the keys one more time, this time not catching them, let them slide down his leg. They crashed onto the floorboards at his feet but he didn't immediately retrieve them.
The vision didn't make much sense at first. But then other visions followed. Snippets of a story that he was trying to piece together.
When he first met Declan--back then, he was just a dog and a pup out in the rain, on the highway. They were looking for shelter, that much he could see. But it looked like they were being pushed out of the forests by an aggressive pack of wolves. Knowing what he knew about Declan now, Wade was surprised that he even got into the truck. But that evening, it just made sense. Wade liked dogs. Used to travel with one in his twenties. Waving a sandwich at it and whistling, the big dog didn't budge but the little one came for him. The big dog didn't have much choice after that.
Wade thought it was a mom dog at first. But he learned pretty quickly, no. Strange, he thought, for a male dog to travel with a puppy. But it didn't really mean anything until he woke up after a vivid dream featuring shifters. Didn't happen until maybe a month or so into traveling with them. At first, Wade didn't say anything about knowing the truth. Kinda embarrassing; he kept thinking back to the things he had done or said during that time. Why would they stay with him? All that time? Must be going the same way, he said to the dog once. And the dog looked at him like he understood his words. Uncanny. Kinda weird.
By now, he was used to it, though. Declan didn't have much to say either way. Lily was the talker but she had no reason not to be.
Movement up ahead caught his eye and Wade peered out the window, then let out an exasperated sigh. What was with this guy and always showing himself in dog form? Wade knew. There was no point to the charade anymore! Shaking his head, he leaned over and opened the passenger's side with a familiar old creak. Lily was with him. Wade knew that she would be but he didn't want her to see it.
"You know there's nobody out this way, right?" he said to the dog unabashedly.
@Declan Finnigan
Was it the right thing to do? There was nothing either of them could do about what was in the vision but... It wasn't as if the vision itself meant... meant... what it looked like it meant. Wade sighed and tossed the keys one more time, this time not catching them, let them slide down his leg. They crashed onto the floorboards at his feet but he didn't immediately retrieve them.
The vision didn't make much sense at first. But then other visions followed. Snippets of a story that he was trying to piece together.
When he first met Declan--back then, he was just a dog and a pup out in the rain, on the highway. They were looking for shelter, that much he could see. But it looked like they were being pushed out of the forests by an aggressive pack of wolves. Knowing what he knew about Declan now, Wade was surprised that he even got into the truck. But that evening, it just made sense. Wade liked dogs. Used to travel with one in his twenties. Waving a sandwich at it and whistling, the big dog didn't budge but the little one came for him. The big dog didn't have much choice after that.
Wade thought it was a mom dog at first. But he learned pretty quickly, no. Strange, he thought, for a male dog to travel with a puppy. But it didn't really mean anything until he woke up after a vivid dream featuring shifters. Didn't happen until maybe a month or so into traveling with them. At first, Wade didn't say anything about knowing the truth. Kinda embarrassing; he kept thinking back to the things he had done or said during that time. Why would they stay with him? All that time? Must be going the same way, he said to the dog once. And the dog looked at him like he understood his words. Uncanny. Kinda weird.
By now, he was used to it, though. Declan didn't have much to say either way. Lily was the talker but she had no reason not to be.
Movement up ahead caught his eye and Wade peered out the window, then let out an exasperated sigh. What was with this guy and always showing himself in dog form? Wade knew. There was no point to the charade anymore! Shaking his head, he leaned over and opened the passenger's side with a familiar old creak. Lily was with him. Wade knew that she would be but he didn't want her to see it.
"You know there's nobody out this way, right?" he said to the dog unabashedly.
@Declan Finnigan