Tutaminis Manor, Grounds
Sleep, they told her. But she wasn’t tired.
Stana didn’t feel much like resting, she felt like she’d do better on the grounds, maybe over at those targets that were frequented by the archers and blade-throwers as of late. Stana wasn’t allowed—or rather she preferred—not to be around Brenna Fox for a little while since they were still on rough terms since she, well, stabbed her through the hand to get her wand back, so she knew she had to wait until the grounds were empty of Fox’s squadron before heading out. Shadow smirked at her when she told her where she would run off to, 1) because they could trace her by scent even if she hadn’t announced where she was heading, and 2) there was a flicker of admiration for her eagerness to keep moving. The pack had been working on drills, formation, tactics for this upcoming run, a battle that Jace and the 7 were reeled into thanks to Ms. O’Donnell.
And speaking of, Stana pondered the whispers in their camp about Ms. O’Donnell. Kara, the leader of the Order was incapacitated? Stana was frustrated by her human hearing, because she couldn’t clearly hear when Rafe and Shadow decided to talk about things, almost behind Jace’s back. It put Stana in a tough position. Did they think she wouldn’t listen in? Should she be reporting this to Jace? And what exactly was he doing anyway? He spent the night away from the camp, the night Shadow and Rafe went into London and returned in the twilight hours. She saw Shadow at the laundry too. There was a lot of blood on Jace’s jacket. Kara's blood?
What happened that night?
She could never ask these questions. Stana had been disciplined far too many times, and told on several occasions that she needed to keep in line and she wanted to, but this confused her. What exactly were Shadow and Rafe talking about? The way Shadow looked too, it seemed to bother her a lot.
Setting her sketch book on a stone nearby, Stana readied the fang Jace had given her, and started to warm up. Her first task was to practice a couple of swipes and cuts. She needed to solidify her form, strengthen her core. Shadow had already kicked her ass a couple of times this morning, and if she made her way back out here after rest, Stana would get her ass kicked again if she didn’t make this right.