I DO NOT OWN THE COVENANT OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Seven:
I slept so shitty last night. My mind keeps wondering off – the darkling. There are so many things that just don't make sense about it. They never found Chase's body. I don't think he's dead. I don't want to believe it, but it's the only thing that makes sense. There shouldn't be anyone else who has that type of power – at least that we know of.
I've heard of witches, everyone has, but to my knowledge, they don't have the kind of power that we have. But, that doesn't mean that they don't – either.
Either Chase is behind this, or someone else is, or both. Who knows? I know that Pogue has been researching trying to find signs that he's causing trouble somewhere else, but so far there's nothing.
This isn't going to end well. I can see that much, already. The last time Chase was in town, some of us almost died. I'd hate to see what else could happen. Waiting is our only option right now. I hate it. It's putting me on edge.
"Hey Baby Boy, are you okay?" Pogue asked, sleepily. I jumped and looked over.
"Something about what's been going on just feels off. It's giving me a bad feeling." I told him.
"We still don't know anything for sure. Don't psych yourself out over nothing, Ty." He tried. He hugged me. I sighed.
"Something is coming Pogue. Something bad. I can't explain it. I just know." I whispered.
"Hey, trust your gut. If you say something is coming, I believe you. We'll meet with Caleb and Reid in the morning. Okay?" He suggested. I nodded. "Do you want me to take your mind off of it?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Can you just hold me?"
"Of course, come here, Baby Boy." He smiled. We kissed and I settled into his arms. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the steady drum of his heart beat. It's helping me calm down. I closed my eyes. Hopefully, I can get some sleep.