Rowan kept pestering me on the way to Alexa; unfortunately for him, I was very good at ignoring things. The only other interruption on the way was a message from Song.
The contents were mostly nagging and asking for details about the skinwalker situation. I could only tell her not to worry, but to inform me if she noticed anything strange.
I couldn't be too sure when, or if, the skinwalker would make its move. So, I needed all the eyes I could get.
Either way, we soon made it to the location Racheal sent me: in front of the cafeteria. It didn't take too long to spot her there.
A distant gaze, auburn hair, features I'd clock as vaguely Russian, and a much less troubled look than when we'd first met.
Alexa sat on a bench beneath a tree, the dim lighting this world was cursed with practically making the shade it provided irrelevant.
She flinched at the sound of steps approaching, quickly shifting her focus to us.
