Tabatha wakes up, stretching out, and when she turns around in her bed, there is a bunch of flowers on her desk, neatly placed in a vase with a note.
“Meet me at the packhouse at lunchtime. Erik”
She can’t stop the little giggle that escapes her mouth when she hears a huge racket going on downstairs. Since she found her powers, Dib’s senses have also been stronger. When she tilts her head, she can hear Willow arguing with her father. Her anger is so great that Tabatha fears she might shift, and she rushes out of her room and to the staircase.
“WILLOW!”
Everyone looks up at her bouldering voice, going silent. Even her father is silent.
“Whoever is doing this…” She walks down the stairs keeping her gaze on them. “This is what they want. They want us divided, so we don’t stand as one. Yo
