“What?” Evan is always light on words, but somehow, he always gets the right tone, so more aren’t needed.
“I asked why her hair was a silly colour, normally her hair is pretty black, with yellow and purple woven in underneath, but I saw she had a stormy grey instead, and it looked wrong. I wanted to know why she changed it, but she ran off.” he looks close to tears.
“What’s your name?” he glances at me, then looks back at the floor,
“Drake, Sir.” I choke a little at the Sir but ignore it,
“Well, Drake, some Kitsunes show their emotions through their hair colour.” he glances up with a frown, then gasps as I change mine,
“Yellow means she’s happy, dark purple is playful or mischievous.”
He’s nodding, and I can see he’s taking it all in. It feels odd to be the serious one.
“A stormy bluey grey means she’s sad, find out why she was sad to begin with, then make it better, if you can’t make it better, then tell me so I can find a way to make her smile. We guys always say the wrong thing, just means we become experts at saying sorry.” He frowns for a bit, then smiles, asks Evan something in Latin, I know a few words, but I’m not fluent, finally he says thank you to us both and goes to head off,
“When you have some time off, my mate has a book on Kitsunes, have a read, it might explain some of our quirks. Most think they are stupid, but there is a reason for most things,” he gives me another thank you, sir and walks away. My phone pings as I watch him doing something on his phone.
EVAN: He’s asked me to get
him some thread from our home,
It’s only made there.
He thinks some girls at school are
saying mean things, so he will let us
know what he finds out.
I smile and pat Evan’s shoulder, then head to Quinny to let her know, but she already knows about the bullies and is working with the school to sort it. Once again, I bow to the awesomeness of my mate.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
PAXTON
Harley and Bishop were born together and none of us were really shocked when we found out that they shared a mate, what left a bad taste in my mouth was it was the daughter of Shannon, one of the Barbies that tried to claim me as hers when Ember first arrived, it wasn’t until a chance meeting with her, at the junk yard we regularly use that, as it turns out, her dad owns that I realised she was nothing like her mum, she rocked oil stained dungarees, and dirt smudged on her face. Harley practically swallowed his tongue when she walked in to apply for an apprenticeship with Linc doing tattoos, it took me a minute to recognise her, she was still in dungarees but they hugged her figure she had an AC/DC tank on underneath that fit her, it looked like one her dad had grown out of, so she brought it in her size, she had thick framed glasses on and she was also what my Pixie had been accused of being a human.
Ember found out she was the product of a one night stand and when Shannon found out she had no powers she dumped her with her dad, he was aware of us as there had been a few whoops moments with the Litter when they were little but he was fine with it, just angry at Shannon who, by all accounts, was a shit lay.
Ember soon took Sapphire, or Saf as she prefers, under her wing. They bonded over art, and once Ember had soothed those ‘you’re not a worthless human’ booboos, she was around ours for dinner with paint smudged on her face, withEmber regularly. The boys asked us about getting a cabin built for them, now she’s still sporting the dungarees but she also has a cute little baby bump, with our first grandchild growing, I try not to stare while we wait for Aimi to walk down the aisle, Effie has covered the floor in Japanese wild flowers, including some in pots near the alter from the demon realm. I glance at the blessing arch adorned with a rainbow of lilies and watch as a very nervous Drake flickers between his demon and human form, Ryuu is at his side to calm him, he partially shifts so his wings are visible so are his horns and tail, little puffs of smoke coming from his nose, all nerves are forgotten when Aimi appears between Ember and Jenson, wearing one of J’s moms traditional Kimonos her hair flickering through a rainbow of colours before their eyes meet and it settles on yellow.
EMBER
Holding our first Grandchild is daunting. I’m not even 40 yet, and somehow the baby girl holds both her daddies, types Basilisk/Nightmare hybrid. I pass Indigo back to her mother before bidding her good night. In a few weeks, it’s Luna and Felix’s turn to be mated. It was Felix’s idea to have a joint ceremony, and the biggest Diva was, of course, Angel. Thankfully, Felix has kept him reined in; they are the final two of my born babies to be mated. When the youngest turned 16, we started fostering, and like Uncle Nic, some chose to stay, and our packs have continued to grow.
Liam finally moved into his own home that borders onto TripleMoon and BloodMoon packlands. After a few months, he got bored and decided to renovate it into an Arts school for the supernatural. He covers all types of art, including music, and I do the odd workshop for him now and then.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
TRENT
I watch as Felix has a blessing from one of the Princes of Hell before the Prince returns to his own realm, and then it’s Luna's turn to walk down the aisle, who would have thought that me, a lynx shifter, would be standing here ready to be blessed to my Alpha and Luna’s youngest daughter, and an Alpha female at that.
I was fine to begin with, Luna was just another of Ember's amazing kids, until she hit puberty, then I became a giggling mess, blushing each time, she looked in my direction. Now, the twenty-one-year-old female with a partial doctorate in psychology is walking towards me.
“Breath Trent” I hear Ren whisper behind me and I take a huge breath, Luna takes my hand and then she guides me through our blessing, I can’t stop looking at her, everything but her is a blur, until we reach the door to my cabin, as she closes the door, I pull her into my lap on the sofa.
“I have a confession”, I look down at our linked hands,
