Free Unknown Touch by Gina Marie Long Page A

medium. Next up, Eli. With the same method used on Zac, Dom and I created a link into his mind. Eli turned in his seat looking at each of us wondering what to say or do next. He looked so proud at what we had done.
    Dominic thought to the group, This was all Kara's idea. I can't believe we hadn't tried this before. It's a little awkward for me trying to maintain the links with three non-psychic people, but I'll get the hang of it soon enough. Kara, how are you doing on your end?
    I agreed with his analysis and mentally said to the group, It is draining my energy level a little bit. I feel like I'm holding up a big tray filled with huge drinks and that at any moment it might fall out of my hands, crashing to the floor. But, like Dom, I can do this. I'll make it work when it's needed. I was aware this skill, like others we had been experimenting with, would be very useful if we all needed a silent way to communicate with each other. What if we had so carefully mapped out a plan of attack on Stephen or some other wolf and had to suddenly make a spur of the moment change? And what if the physical distance between us was too far that we couldn't speak directly to each other? And cell phones were not always reliable in obscure places. Yes, this group telepathic communication was critical to our safety and success.
    We played around chatting in this strange manner for several more minutes. Soon, Dom and I were feeling more drained as time ticked by and all the mental links were starting to dissolve. Zac broke up the madness first by speaking, "Okay, enough already. It's making me go bonkers. We need real talk with the mouth and lips moving and sound coming out."
    I leaned back against the headrest and felt elated over another accomplishment. Everyone was actually smiling. Some of the tension had lifted as we were able to have some fun and relax a little. Dom allowed himself to sink back in the seat and chill out, too.
    Eli started feverishly typing on his laptop. He either had that computer or a 3-ring binder filled with paper attached to him at all times, or so it seemed. It was almost musical the sound of his tapping away at the keys. From what I had been told, Eli was currently writing a thesis on telepathy. He was the tried and true scientist to the core of his being. Research was a huge portion of his life and always would be no matter what. I suppose his involvement with the werewolves was like research to him. Learning about and studying their lifestyles, how they survive, had to be fascinating to him. Heck, it was fascinating to me. I guess he couldn't write about them, though. That had to be frustrating. If he wrote about werewolves and other beings, people would think him to be insane. Or worse yet, if anyone believed him, it would put the lives of these alternate species in jeopardy. They would be feared and hunted and experimented on and even killed. I immediately pictured Daniel in my head and realized what a delicate balance had to be maintained to avoid their exposure. I wanted to thump that Stephen as hard as I could for upsetting that balance.
    "I can't believe I was just down at Daniel's very own resort just a little over a month ago. And now I'm returning under very different circumstances," I stated bluntly and sighed.
    Tessa commented, "Too bad we're being pushed to dive into this during late fall. By now the trees have lost most of their leaves which doesn't give us much cover and I hope the temperatures don't drop too much. It could hinder our progress if nature plays against us. The werewolves are not affected by the cold nearly as much as we are. If Stephen doesn't want to play nice and we need to launch a hunting expedition for him, then he's got an advantage over us."
    I added, "Yeah, I hate winter. It's not so much the cold but worrying about what the weather is going to do - snow, sleet or ice. I really hate having to drive in that stuff. And things are so dreary in the winter."
    "We'll be in tons of