She hummed. “Well, let’s start with what did you need to say to the king?” I smiled at how she was avoiding saying his name.
“I need him to allow me to transfer to dad’s old pack lands.”
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“Because Brandon made a fool out of me last night and it is the perfect time to disappear. We can use it and the space to attack the rogues, as well as get daddy’s pack situated back home. But the most important thing, we can use the closet to move people into the pack lands before the mating ceremony.”
“Why would we need to do that?” My mom picked up my brush and started in on her wild mane.
“Because three days ago Shannon had the insane idea that the mating ceremony should be a masquerade, and I know she is stupid enough to run with it.”
“You have to be kidding me.” My mom laughed. “Of course she would call for that. She always had to be unique.” My mom shook her head. “She probably thought that if it was your mating ceremony, she could knock you out and take your place.”
I snorted. “Probably. But I think it was so ‘the brotherhood’ could come too.”
“The brotherhood?” My mom shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. What about your father?”
I grabbed my shampoo.Nix, can you change back our scent a little more?
On it.She moved over to the clearing.
“I need to tell daddy to move people back to the pack, slowly.” I sniffed my strawberry shampoo and sighed. “And I want him to send someone to scout the cave, or send his magic in there to see if the rogues are still there.”
My mom pulled her phone out and put the call on speaker. “Hello dove.” My father’s voice rang through my bathroom. Great.
“Hello Gav.” Her voice was lower, almost sultry, and I nearly gagged.
“Mom.” I groaned, causing her to chuckle.
“Baby?” My father sounded confused.
“Yeah, Amy is here with me, and she has a plan.” My mom started as I shut the water off. I popped my head out of the shower to ask for my towel.
“What’s the plan? About what?” He sounded confused.
My mom wiggled the phone towards me as I stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around me. I sighed as I reached for the phone. “Pushy.”
She laughed again. “You mispronounced helpful.”
My dad blew out a breath. “I can’t wait to have you both back.” He sounded almost needy.
“Well…I guess I have a plan for that.” Then I laid out my idea.
My father hung up as soon as I was done explaining without saying anything. I looked at my mother who looked as confused as I felt. She pulled the phone back to her and furrowed her brow, and started typing. “What are you doing?” I pulled out my hairdryer and started in on my hair. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I finished getting ready.
My mom kept typing on her phone and barely glanced up at me. “That was fucking rude.” She started typing again.
“What was?” I bent over to dry the underneath of my hair and all I heard was her clicking at her screen.
“He just hung up.” She tossed out and I snorted.
"You'll get used to it," I singsonged back as I padded over and shut the dryer off. I grabbed some oil to scrunch out the cast on my hair. My mom looked at me and I laughed. “He does it all the time. He has the attention span of a goldfish. If he has a thought, he needs to deal with it right away or he forgets it.”
My mom stopped typing. “But he wasn’t like this before.”
I finished my hair and turned to look at her. “Probably because he had you to talk to and to remind him. He doesn’t have that anymore.” I did some light makeup as my mom processed my words.
“Fucking hell.” She leaned against the mirror and I saw a look cross her face.
