I grumbled, “Come on! You could take over and fake it for me.” Freya laughed, “Just face the music, Melanie. We are who we are.” I really didn’t want to. I was tired of the fact that I was constantly facing the dang music.
Maybe if we just stayed in the treehouse the real world would stay away. Xander had to make good points about why they wouldn’t leave without talking to us. My brothers were tenacious, and they’d be worried. Great. Fabulous.
Freya snorted, “We can take care of ourselves.” Agreed. We’d been doing it for quite some time now. I’d been doing it without her too. I could definitely handle myself. Would anyone else see that? Probably not…the odds were not in my favor on that one.
Once we got outside, I jumped on Xander’s back for a piggyback ride. We stayed that way until we ran into his parents, EJ, and Elise. Reality quickly crashed down on me. All these people would be fighting for me because I was the white wolf. They would face battles over it.
Freya reasoned, “Many people already fight for you in the Resistance.” I argued, “That’s to fight back against injustices… this is going to be because of the color of our fur. It’s not the same.” People were talking around me as these thoughts swirled.
I was vaguely aware that they ran through the list of people at said meeting. I really didn’t want to do this. Elise insisted we get it over with. Oh my gosh. She was totally still planning to have our girl’s night. Elise linked me, “I see the look on your face, and you’re right. We are having our girl’s night. It’s been planned forever so we are going.”
I thought about it and statistically the odds were not in favor of me being able to go. If anyone could convince EJ… it would be Elise. My attendance was probably a lost cause though. No one was going to agree after I’d shifted into the white wolf.
I never got to go anywhere over lies about crossing the border and now it was going to be about the color of my wolf. At least that was actually something to do with me. I could sneak out the window though… or have Valentina shimmer me there.
So… those were options. I could still go… it was just unlikely I was going to do so with the group that had gathered consensus.Xander popped us into the living room. Everyone was staring at me when we arrived. Some with curiosity… some with worry… all with amazement.
I linked Paige, Sierra, Avery, and Addison, “I noticed none of you were wearing your WATCHES. They have your serums in them…for a reason! You guys would’ve been fine!” Seirra replied, “I’ll put mine on for girls’ night.”
Paige chuckled, “I already have mine and my powers are back.” They would’ve been back in the fight if they’d worn them. I resisted the urge to groan. Xander wanted to know where Trevor was. So did I. Trevor and I had things to discuss.
Now, that moronic idiot couldn’t stand on his lie that we were mates. There was no reason not to have a frank and honest discussion. Dylan mentioned the possibility of one of the Conners’ boys being mated to a Dragon. I bit my lip because I knew a Dragon and her name was Kingsley.
Dylan had a chance of being right because Kingsley was unmated… except I thought she’d be cute with Crown Prince Hastein Cambridge… but he was the Conners cousin. Currently, Kingsley was working for the Resistance in Europe to see if she could get a bead on any Ring groups there.
My Dragon friend could move around without suspicion, but I needed to reach out to her. I might need her to come back here now… I knew she wanted to find her mate. Hastein was still dark on a mission… but he would come back eventually… then he couldn’t CHANGE HIS SCHEDULE at the last minute. He was so annoying with his schedule changes.
I did know that her Dragon, Kayda, was beautiful and she was full of sass. She could also breathe what was basically lava… it was still fire… but with a liquid component. I’d actually looked up that trait in the older texts about Dragons before they vanished from the supernatural world.
Kingsley’s coloring and the whole breathing lava fire… was reported to be a royal trait. Kingsley was definitely a Princess. I’d gotten her everything I could on her abilities. We’d actually saved each other a few times. She ended up wanting to work for me in the Resistance and I helped her with her own organization she started and ran.
I would definitely have to reach out to Kingsley to see if she wanted to come back this way. She hated Trevor along with the fact that I wouldn’t let her kill him with her breathing fire and lava on him. The more I thought about it, Hastein and Kingsley firmed up as a couple in my mind… like a sane person.
Freya told me, “You are sane even though that thought was tinged with sarcasm.” Being convinced people were mates…was not normal….but I was the white wolf…so…maybe it was intuition…or something.
Kingsley had always felt like family to me. Just not in the same way Elise, Buttercup, Micah, Cayden, Valentina, and even Jane did. Gosh darn it, even Everly…even though that was newer to me…because I thought she didn’t want to get to know me.
I’d worry about that later… but if I was right, I could tell Hastein not to change his plans… heck they all did it. I’d tried to line Levi up with a woman several times… and he ALWAYS changed his schedule. They weren’t even the only ones I’d tried to help either.
Jason linked me, “Do you know a freaking Dragon?!” Tristan linked me at the same time, “You know a damn Dragon?! Who are you? Do you just know other creatures because you’re the white wolf?” I linked them both, “I didn’t say I knew a Dragon.”
Tristan snorted, “Your face did. Just know I do want to chat about that later.” He could wish on a shooting star for all I cared. I wouldn’t give away Kingsley’s secret, she was my friend. Xander even asked.
Freya said, “I will tell them we will not talk about her if they push it.” I asked, “You like Kingsley too?” Freya replied, “We are Kayda’s pet.” Ok. I knew that already… but Freya did have my memories, so she knew that too. Cool. We were on the same page.
Before I could come up with an answer Dylan asked if I was still a white wolf. He was hoping I was pink. What? Freya snorted, “Of course we are still white. He is funny though.” My wolf was right, Dylan was pretty funny.
Freya chimed back in, “Pepper brings up a good point. Are you ok?” I reasoned, “That was my dad not Pepper.” Freya said, “Pepper has already asked, and Forrest is worried saying we need to eat. Actually, all our families wolves and Alpha’s are.” Good lord. I replied, “Xander is our Alpha.” Freya said, “Technically, we belong to Kyle’s pack as of right now.” Well…that was nice of them….to worry.
I told my wolf, “Well ok… is a relative term. That depends on your definition. I felt somewhat like I was reeling.” Freya huffed, “You are an awful liar.” I wished I could stick my tongue out at her. Ok fine… I was definitely reeling.
I also didn’t want to talk about it because it was all going in a box. At least now I understood why Freya didn’t tell me before we shifted. It’s more of a ‘see to believe’ kind of deal. Plus… we were dealing with a lot.
Freya explained, “I didn’t want to overwhelm you. This wouldn’t have been as big of a deal to let you know when we shifted at sixteen if we’d grown up here. It would’ve been big, but you wouldn’t have been so overwhelmed with information at one time.”
“There was also all this speculation about us shifting after me being suppressed, finding our mate, discovering we were lied to, and our family was alive. It’s all been a lot twenty-four seven for you. They all came for us, and you thought we’d only have ourbubble with mate.” She was right, and I didn’t blame her at all. My wolf had made the right call.
I went through what I knew I could do with the group. They wanted to understand why I’d chosen to heal Eric over everyone else. I actually didn’t understand the question. Eric was the logical choice. He was the best fighter… well rumored to be anyway. I didn’t have firsthand knowledge, but I’d read firsthand accounts.
