“I knew from the MOMENT I walked in here exactly who she was. She smells like strawberries and that was my first clue. Then I saw her. She’s got a very unique description with her eye color and I sat in on MANY meetings with Former Beta Drake bragging about her.” I should’ve thought of that.
He said, “I mentored Drake a little bit. I’ve often given myself headaches wondering why I never insisted on meeting his youngest. Or about weird promises he asked the Fairy’s to make regarding popping to them. It’s weird and not like him.” He winced then changed the subject in a way that had me raising an eyebrow wondering if her was ok because my healing light said he didn’t have a headache at all, but he was acting like he did.
He asked rapid fire questions, “What the HELL is going on? What’s wrong with her wolf? Did she get hurt? How did you find her? Why isn’t she in New York? Or Paris? Isn’t there some dancing thing in Paris that she’s supposed to be at? Why is she parading around as if she’s Ashley Griffen?”
I cringed admitting, “I can’t answer you right now, but I can tell you I don’t know the answers to all those questions.” I was watching Melanie beat the crap out of Claire. Dylan sighed, “I need something. A sliver, or offering, if you would. I am a father too.”
“He misses her more than you can possibly fathom. He’s convinced she’s mad at him and he ruined his family. He seems to think she had a personality transplant but I’m not sure why now. She’s EXACTLY as she was described of as a pup. The person he describes now literally CANNOT be the woman I’m looking at. I find that strange and horrifyingly bad. I have SUCH bad feelings about this.”
I reasoned, “I have Melanie and she’s safe with me. You know that. I’m going on my mission then everything will be resolved. I don’t know the whole story. That’s simply because she wants to be in a bubble with me, and I want to give that to her. I need to.”
Dylan snorted, “Of course you do. That doesn't explain why I would do that. GOD this whole responsible parent crap is Lacy’s wheelhouse. Let me get off the boat, Moody Triplet. I’m the fun parent. Let me have my hat back.” I pleaded, “I just need time. She’s a little skittish. Please, Dylan.”
Dylan cringed, “Why would Melanie McAlister be skittish? Why would she be Ashley Griffen? Is she actually THE Ashley Griffen from Nashville? Or is she pretending to be? Answer that at least because, for my sanity, she needs to be pretending.” I answered, “She’s the actual one from Nashville.”
Dylan groaned, “How is that possible? She has a wolf. That means I’m right about the person talking to Drake NOT being her. Which lead me to say we are have LIARS in New York. Do you know whose headache that will be? Mine. Somehow. It will be mine. LIARS! UGH! What’s wrong with her wolf?”
I got an idea and told him, “Her wolf’s name is Freya. I don’t have the details on what’s going on, like I said. I do have theories though. All of which lead to…” Dylan snorted interrupting, “War. Yeah, I know. Do you want to know how? Because ALL of mine do too.”
He grumbled, “That is with the pittance of information I have. I think it’s war on multiple fronts. I’m angry enough to march on that pack in New York by my damn self. Not to mention Black Path. We are going to Nashville in epic form. I can already tell.”
He rubbed his temples, “War. Jesus Christ. Then there’s the people who you must think did it. Which is hands down no questions asked the Supernatural Council. Your dad will back you and possibly be jealous you said it first.”
Dylan frowned, “Fang says we need to let this go though. Why, you ask? He’s not saying. Great. UGH! This WILL blow up in our faces and I need you to be there when it does. Don’t be off in the Hackura realm, having sex, or on a mission because I like being funny. Serious Dylan has now left the building. This is why Lacy needs to be here for this stuff.”
I told him, “I need you to give me your word.” Dylan sighed, “I give you my word because, even though you are a moody little thing, you are a good man. Also, because my wolf INSISTS it’s the right thing to do. Fang usually knows what he’s talking about.”
I asked, “Do you know what that bubble they were surrounded by is?” Dylan motioned his hand that was knowledge the group could hear. I did my space unheard chant so the group could hear us again. Wesley gave me a tense look.
Dylan said, “We need to have a chat with little miss seriously crazy claiming to be your future Luna, Moody Triplet. Because the only people with the ability to block out you obnoxious and annoyingly powerful Saint God Alpha Prick’s pups is the Ring.” Seriously? Claire and the Ring?
He added, “Also, I CANNOT wait to hear what my super special fun sized Fairy Ninja Goddess will call this crazy C named she wolf. It’s going to be great.” I snarled. Dylan shrugged, “Now let’s all hope the woman who is CLEARLY the moody triplet’s mate doesn’t kill the crazy C named she wolf. Because even the dead heard not Ashley declare him hers just now.”
Cory linked, “He might have a point.” I sighed, “Fine. She’s mine.” Cory replied, “You get literally no credit for that since I already knew, and your mate said it first. What’s herrealname? I’m pretty sure my dad knows but he’s not saying.” I sighed, “I plead the fifth.” He groaned.
Dylan continued, “So even though we all knew you two were mates,” He paused then said, “Well, I knew. Others suspected because they just aren't on my level of awesome. Now we all know because she SHOUTED it at the top of her little lungs. Again, with this empathic father pride.” He fanned his face with his hand.
I linked everyone here, “No one leaves, and no one says anything about this to anyone. Over link or in person until I talk to EJ about it.” I made it an Alpha command. Liam groaned, “What is going on that you would do that?”
He somewhat begged, “Please don’t say the Supernatural Council is running a play. Because it better not be her pack and that’s all I’ll say on that. I didn’t make the Warriors schedules with war in mind.” I replied, “Change them.” He rubbed his temples.
Sierra yelled, “ASHLEY, DO NOT KILL HER!” Dylan yelled, “YEAH NOT ASHLEY! WE NEED TO TALK TO HER! Pretty please don’t kill her, not Ashley whose real name we aren’t saying for reasons unknown that HURT my Beta brain. Have some sympathy for my poor brain.”
Wesley reiterated all their question, “What’s her actual name? Yelling that might just work.” Dylan sighed, “Sadly, I am bound by my word. Which means I’ll just stew in my brain as more and more questions compile.”
“Questions with no answers. I’ll go mad I tell you. Pups will run. RUN FROM NO ANSWERS DYLAN! This territory turns everyone into Saint God Alpha Prick. They warned me if I stayed here too much that would happen.”
Dylan dramatically declared, “Buttercup, you must be funny for me. You must tell Finn to carry on my legacy of hilarity and perfect timing. Hank can be so serious sometimes but that funny gene lives in him. SGAP got me, but he doesn't have to get you and your brothers. SAVE YOURSELVES!” He grabbed her playfully by the shoulders and shook her.
Wesley said, “So Ashley, who we also call not Ashley, is mad because Claire hurt you. She was perfectly in control until then.” I snorted, “I noticed.” Dylan whispered, “She lost control in a scary, ground chilling degree kind of anger.” Sierra groaned.
He turned to her, “And you, I have questions. Has she ever, in the time you’ve known her, been GROUND CHILING angry?” Sierra seemed to debate if she was going answer for several minutes. Dylan pleaded, “Won’t you take pity on my poor Beta brain.”
Sierra replied, “Not to this degree, no. Has she made the temperature cool with her anger? There could be something to say for that in a few situations.” What situations? Dylan asked, “Annnnd what were those situations?” She didn’t answer him and he groaned.
Dylan twinged and put a hand on his back when Melanie broke Claire’s. Sierra sighed, “And there’s the signature move.” My head jolted to her. I linked Phil, “My mate’s signature move is to break backs?! Get on packs under the Supernatural Council with reports of broken backs.” He snorted, “I was just about to the do that.” Good.
Dylan cried, “OW! It hurts. These sympathy pains are the worst.” Melanie confused everyone talking about being with me. Oden snarled, “She BELONGS with us.” I replied, “I know that.” Wesley linked me, “Why would she think she wouldn’t be yours? Isn’t she marked?” I answered, “Not yet.”
