For a mage, she is like that shy flower yet to blossom.
"Your usual thing," Reagan replied sarcastically.
Willow threw a dirty look at Reagan and said, "no. Nothing big. We were just wondering about Claire. Have you heard anything from her?"
"Claire? No. I thought she might have contacted you guys," Brenda replied with a frown, clasping her hands.
"Oh boy! Something is fishy. First Azrian, now Claire," Reagan scratched her chin with her forefinger unknowingly.
Though they are as different as day and night, the golden rule of their team is to always have each other's back.
"If not for checking your radar, why are you here?" Reagan asked with her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Guild head is asking for you," Brenda replied, raising her chin in Willow's direction.
"Me?" Willow questioned with a frown.
"Do we have a new assignment? Surely, the old crone wouldn't let us go in the field without a team leader," Reagan scrunched her face not liking the idea of a new member.
They are a team and adjusting to a new member is difficult and often disrupts the team dynamics. But a team should have 5 members. With Azrian and Claire went, they are lacking 2 members.
"Don't know. I didn't ask," Brenda shrugged her shoulders.
"Of course, why would you? It would go against your DNA to question the Guild Head," Reagan snarled.
"It's not like that," Brenda shuffled some more.
"It's like what then?" Reagan queried crowding Brenda.
"Oh stop it you two! We don't know where Claire is, Azrian quit the job, and you both are busy with your antics," Willow pinched her nose in frustration.
"It's not me," Brenda whispered. Reagan bared her fangs in a warning.
Before Reagan could act on it, Willow zeroed on her, shielded Brenda, and with a hand on Reagan's chest, she said, "cut it. Azrian might not be here but we are still a team. We don't bite each other. Tone it down. She is just a messenger."
"Fine," Reagan backed out but not before throwing a glare.
Willow curbed the urge to release a sigh. Though they all are around the same age, sometimes these two are too much. Children. Both of them. It's not me, it's her. Willow mused how Azrian dealt with them without going mad.
Reagan is not of the bad sort. She is just tough. You have to be when you are a vampire. Vampires are animals clad in human skin. Willow hates vampires, but she sensed a sort of kinship with Reagan. It was not the case in the beginning when she joined the team. It took time. But slowly and surely, they became the best of friends.
Perhaps it may have to do with the fact that they both would remain immortal while the other members will wither away with old age.
"Why don't you guys concentrate on locating Claire while I deal with the Guild's head?" Willow asked.
Brenda replied spontaneously as if she had thrown a lifeline.
"Sure"
"Does she have any tracking device on her?" Reagan asked
"The last I knew about her, she was hunting some were rogue," Brenda supplied.
"Alone?" I scoffed at not liking the idea.
"You know Claire. She won't listen to anyone. She has to prove to everyone that she can do it alone," Brenda sighed.
"Fuck! I'm gonna kill that bitch if the were-rogue hasn't finished with her," Reagan uttered through a clenched jaw.
"Follow the queue," Willow said to Reagan, turned to Brenda, and asked, "when was that?"
"A week ago," Brenda replied, her cheeks turning red.
"A week! That was before Azrian left. Why was no one aware of this fact?"
"The Guild Head..." Brenda trailed off, embarrassed to admit that she has followed the orders.
"Fuck Brenda! You should have said something," Willow said punching her nose.
"And you question why I'm behind her case?" Reagan said aloud with sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"We will deal with this later. First let me check what the Guild's head wants," Willow walked out of the room, not in the mood to act as a referee for another pissing match between Reagan and Brenda. It's more like Reagan bulldozing Brenda, but whatever. At least it will let the steam out of them and hopefully, they will concentrate on Claire after that.
Willow went to her room and had a nice long shower. Just because the Guild's head called her, no need to run to cater to her needs.

Her muscles protesting from the exercise, she scrubbed and washed her hair. Wrapped in a white towel, she used her left hand to wipe the mirror before gazing at herself.

Her long blonde hair clung to her, a shade darker now, as it fell limply around her shoulders. It almost touched her butt. Her green eyes held many secrets as she scrutinized herself.

She is tall like another Fae. 5'.10". Her limbs and legs are well-toned, courtesy of her daily routine and the harsh life she lives. With her sharp cheekbones, pouty lips, many would say she is beautiful. To the point of looking almost ethereal. But only she knows what the skin hides. Pain. Thirst for vengeance.

She turned her back to the mirror and swiftly got ready to head to the Guild head's office. Anything to make her forget.

With sure steps, she followed the path that will lead to the Guild head's office, her gaze not lingering on her teammates bickering in the front of the gym room.

"You called?" Willow questioned once she entered the office, without knocking on the door.
"Ah... Willow, thank you for gracing us with your presence. I was expecting a much later response," the guild head responded to her presence by leaning on her chair. She is an old woman with an indefinite age look. For some, she appears 50-something, and for others 70-something. Her this quality along with some other attributes made her popularly known as a "chameleon" in the circles.