"Right. Sorry." Michael apologized and leaned against a wall, his arms folded over his stomach. Beatrice. She really is something. I wish Seline could meet her.
"You're that protctive of her and yet you let her go off without knowing when she'll come back?" Michael wanted to ask, but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to ruin his chance of speaking with another lycan.
"She's not here?" Michael inquired in a soft voice. "I'd ask where exactly she went, but I'm sure I'd get no answer."
"Why are you traveling with a hunter willingly?" Michael questioned.
Michael stared at Edward. "Hunter?" He repeated aloud. "You're traveling with a hunter?"
Michael eyed the shirt. Looks expensive. He thought to himself. Seems like this IS a very assorted group. Werewolf, vampire newborn, friar, and a lycan so far. And there's still two more.
Michael glanced at Edward. He's quite the character.
Michael inclined his head to Carl. "A monk, I pressume." "Actually," Carl began routinely. "I'm just a friar."
"I can tell." Michael murmured.
"I've had my experience with an odd relationship." Michael replied quietly. "I'd hate to see someone like her get hurt because of that kind of thing."
"Does she know her feelings?" Michael asked. "Is this Carl human?"
"Why didn't you just tell her?" Michael asked once Beatrice had closed the door.
Michael looked at Edward. "Whatever you say."
Michael noted the change in Beatrice's voice when she spoke of Carl. So that's how it is.
"Shouldn't you get inside?" Michael asked Beatrice. "The sun's coming up."
"Six?" Michael breathed. "Incridible."
"So how many are in your group?" Michael couldn't resist asking the question. He noticed the sun was rising. That's both good and bad.
Michael smiled, glad he'd found out a name.
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Hannah? Is that the other lycan?"
"That's understandable." Michael said. "I won't hold anything against you."
