After about half an hour in the library, Schuyler finally caught up with Oliver and Aithne.
"Hey!" Sky called in a whisper, making her way to the table where they sat.
"Hey," they greeted, offering up the chair next to Oliver. Sky looked frustrated, keeping her eyes on the table.
"What is it?" Oliver asked. Aithne couldn't help but feel smug. All Schuyler had to do was look somewhat depressed and someone always came to her rescue. In werewolf world, Sky would never survive. Aithne was surprised that she even survived, considering how much her kind hated her.
"Jack won't go with us to the Committee meeting to make sure that they agree with my grandfather." Oliver nodded sympathetically, while Aith had a flash. She remembered him. Despite this, she suppressed the idea of having flash backs and returned to the conversation.
"We don't need him," Aithne insisted. "The Committee has to see that Kingsley is out there and he's out for blood. No one can sit and wait anymore."
" You would figure that after his dad was uprooted from the head position, he'd give up and realize that you can't do nothing," Oliver added.
"Maybe that's exactly why he doesn't want to help us," Aithne concluded. She turned to Schuyler. "Your grandfather took his father's position, he's resentful towards you because of it." Sky's eyes widened.
"I think you're right!" Schuyler agreed. Sky seemed more disturbed by the news that her Jack could possibly be hating her for something she had no control over.
"But it's for the best," Oliver assured her. Sky looked at him oddly. Aithne came to save the day so that it wouldn't become an awkward "I'm your familiar" thing.
"Destruction and light can never mix," Aithne commented. "Never. He belongs with Mimi. His own kind." Schuyler nodded sadly at this bit. Her grandfather had warned her about it. Even if Schuyler was a half-blood, Jack and she could never be together.
"It's just," Sky argued. "I was hoping that Jack would help us, you know? He's the one that got me thinking that something was wrong."
"And now something is and he wants to sit on his butt? Let him," Aith countered. "Just because he doesn't want to admit that something's happening doesn't mean that he's right."
"We get what you're saying, Sky," Oliver assured her. "But we can't wait hoping that your prince charming will come around. Silver Bloods need to be stopped, Jack or no Jack." Sky didn't sound convinced, but Aithne needed her that way. Someone willing to open up to something that they considered a friend. "It's not doing us any good sitting around." Oliver got up from his seat, waiting for his friends to do the same. Aithne got up, but Schuyler seemed a bit hesitant.
"Come on, Sky. Things will get better," Aith assured Schuyler, wondering to herself where she was getting such encouraging thoughts. The council would've told her to suck it up and move on. Werewolves in general would've done that. But, of course, Schuyler wasn't raised in the werewolf clan like her sister. You read right. Her sister. It's classic that sisters have to be fighting each other, right?