Fed Up #2
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 our bubble 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.
Dylan shifted the topic immediately. He was back on adopting my alias again. Freya said, “Fang is trying to lighten the mood.” Whose? My dad definitely didn’t like this topic. My mom walked over and hugged me.
Mom linked, “I have known since you were a pup you were such a special little girl. I am sorry this type of responsibility has been thrust on you given the life you had these last few years. I would do anything to make your path in life easier, Ladybug.” I would not cry, I refused.
I told her, “It’s ok… it’s just how things are…
I guess.” My brothers wanted to know about my feelings.
I desperately needed people to stop asking about my feelings.
That’s how I felt. I told Freya, “You know I’m really happy you’re able to run and we can shift.
I’m happy you’re not just locked away inside me anymore. ”
“You deserve to run. I am happy Xander and I FINALLY marked each other. Having the electric ability is awesome… it also just means everything will always be hard. The Supernatural Council keeps trying to put language in front of Eric about Xander… and now it will be about the white wolf. I’m just tired of bad people. ”
Freya assured me, “They could never contain or control us. Not now that I’m with you, they will never get our mate.
We will not let them.” I agreed with that, then shook myself.
I was not getting into my feelings. I’d learned to push them aside long ago, and I wasn’t going to start diving into them now.
I linked Sierra, “How did my dad know I said I was a freak?” Sierra sighed, “Beta Dylan has sources, you know that. Probably someone he talked to in Black Path told him when they came down there while you were beating up Stephanie.” Jerks.
They couldn’t just keep their mouths shut? I pointed out it was weird to be immune to silver and wolfsbane. It’s not like anyone would logically jump to… obviously I’m the white wolf and that’s why I’m immune. They didn’t understand because people weren’t like that here.
Freya growled, “They were small minded, pigeon toed into their way of thinking people. Nothing was ever wrong with you.” I replied, “It makes me happy that they had to stay up wondering why it didn’t work because they knew my dad was biologically my dad.”
I wanted to shout that people constantly told me I was a freak.
I was alone there with my friends. We were all pups or young adults except Hendrick and Mason.
They were all raised down there in that culture.
They didn’t think I was a freak… but the pack's words made sense.
They would have felt the same way if they were me.
Alpha Peter wanted to protect me. WAS HE FOR REAL? Freya reasoned, “Mel, he’s being nice. It’s his instinct to protect you. Thunder is very serious.” No. Just… no. He DID NOT get to talk about protecting me. His time to protect me had LONG since passed.
Jason argued I needed protection. No, that was not true at all.
In fact, the opposite was true, people tended to need MY protection.
I could take care of my dang self, and I had been for seven years.
They couldn’t just come back into my life and determine that I needed their help.
That was not a thing. They had no idea the things I’d done.
Sierra cut me off. I linked her, “It’s insulting. I run the Resistance.” Sierra pointed out, “You haven’t told them that.” I grumbled, “Still… I started, funded, and run a Resistance to the ultimate big bad guy. I have followers and spies in a ridiculous number of packs.”
“From ALL over the world. Kingsley is currently in Europe. Kaiya lives in Australia, and then there’s Anastasia in Russia… I have people everywhere. Regardless, I was a Female Lead Warrior practically running and protecting a pack…. by myself.”
Sierra snorted, “You want to bring Kingsley home to see if her mate is in this group too. Don’t you?” I sighed. Yes and no. I had a feeling… her mate was Hastein. I don’t know. Maybe… I shoved that thought aside.
Addison and Paige wanted me to eat. My grandpa thought they were trying to change the subject. Oh… he and Paige were going to clash. Paige was a born mother hen. Freya chuckled, “I told you that Forrest was worried about you eating.” That was true.
Zoe walked in with sandwiches. I sat down and ate it as everyone talked around me. Unfortunately, this allowed my thoughts to swirl. The white wolf… was real… and it was me. It was surreal. My dad was freaking out about some groups that wanted to come and hunt me.
I snorted internally wanting to say that those people should ask Black Path how that would go for them. Tristan had taken me to a secluded area in Red Run’s territory many times to practice covering my scent and hiding from people.
Not to mention, by the time I was fourteen I had created a spray to conceal my scent. They had no chance to beat me. One, they were not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Two, I was highly motivated to kick their butts.
Sierra accidentally spilled the beans out loud about the hunt.
My Beta Female linked me, “I’m so sorry.
It just slipped out. I’m not used to being around people who don’t know.
” I replied, “Don’t worry about it. Prince Gunner would’ve been going through Edward’s files…
he’d find it eventually. It’s recorded.”
Grandpa Ben was upset. This time I actually understood his frustration. Either he was avoiding talking to me about saving his life… or he wasn’t quite certain because he was shot and drugged. Part of me deeply suspected he knew.
Sometimes when I looked in his eyes, I thought I could see him holding himself back from asking me things. Then there’s the distance between us because I believed he’d disowned me when he hadn’t. When it came down to it, there was a lot unresolved between us.
At minimum Grandpa Ben knew that I was in the Resistance if he remembered what happened that day.
He just wasn’t saying anything about it.
It was a big secret to keep. I just wasn’t certain if the whole group knew I was in the Resistance…
and he’d been told to keep quiet… or if he was unsure himself.
Whatever the reason it was clearly putting him on edge.