Chapter 2
Catra’s tail was wrapped tight around her waist through her belt loops as usual-- or else it would be lashing as she dragged Adora through the crowd towards her and Scorpia’s usual meeting place. The daughter of Iris had been giving her a ride to Camp Half-Blood ever since she ran away from the orphanage after Adora was adopted and met the gentle giant five years ago.
Catra didn’t need the hat stuffing her ears down for them to lie flat against her head-- she could smell a monster nearby. Catra’d suspected Ms. Weaver since she randomly transferred into their boarding school, Hordelious’ Academy for Troubled Youths, at the beginning of the year. She deftly dodged and weaved through the other people on the street with Adora in a vice grip stumbling behind her.
“Wildcat!” Tension immediately left her shoulders upon hearing the familiar yell-- she looked up to see the Scorpia waving an enthusiastic prosthetic arm at her.
“I told you not to call me that!” she huffed and she pulled Adora and herself to a stop.
“Hi! Oh, you must be Adora, I’m Scorpia-- it's so nice to finally meet you!” She offered a bronze hand and Adora shook it without wasting a second.
“Well I hope Catra only told you good things, but unfortunately I know her too well.” Catra watched the two laugh until she tapped Scorpia with her foot.
“Térata. Prépei na fýgoume. Tóra.” Catra rumbled lowly to Scorpia so Adora wouldn’t hear. Her expression immediately changed and they quickly stuffed their bags in their laps and buckled in.
Adora sat blissfully unaware in their backseat. Catra had a feeling the trip to camp would be rougher than usual. They had three adult demigods in one car and a few hours drive time between them and the safety of the camp. Catra cursed to herself mentally that she didn’t get Adora to come with her sooner-- but she’d always been interrupted by some monster that randomly found her or Scorpia and was forced to leave. Besides, Adora was safe in her adopted family. Hordak Horde was a putridly mortal man and was the owner and headmaster of the academy. He treated Adora well and his scent hid her perfectly.
Catra silently prayed to the gods that nothing terrible happened.