Sierra speaks in a whisper. She thinks it's just loud enough for the devil and quiet enough that she thinks Heidi can't hear her.
"Finally."
Girl sounds like she's narrating a horror trailer.
Sierra steps closer slowly. A little too careful for someone normally as subtle as a flaming peacock. She's breathing through her mouth, shaky and angry, and Heidi can practically taste her intention in the air.
Heidi's wolf murmurs from within her chest like an ancient guardian, not a teenager with opinions. "She's going for your head."
H-her head? What the hell? Sierra's a crazy bitch–she'll stab her in the head?! Heidi can't wrap her head around it.
Her eyelids twitch at that. Her muscles tense, but she doesn't move. She hears Sierra lift something. The air in the atmosphere changes a little. Her breathing becomes a near-silent gasp, the way instinct demands when threat hovers above.
