Freya answered, “It would cause them and us, severe distress. They would probably think they were having a heart attack. We could fall unconscious along with them.” Dang. I guess trying just in case was out.
It was frustrating me that I just couldn’t get a lock on her. Telling myself that magic was involved… made me feel better… and the probabilities were on my side about that. Odette’s mom was that evil. Maybe her type of evil thought differently than I did.
Odette originally believed her dad didn’t want her, but I had her questioning that. I was positive her mom had lied. Maybe I could find Odette’s dad. Freya linked, “Her dad might not even know about her.” I cringed knowing that was likely true.
I could try to look into that angle… there just wasn’t anything to look at. Odette didn’t have a birth certificate. I’d even looked through Morgana’s things to see if she mentioned Odette’s dad. All I know is that they met in a bar, and her dad was drunk. That’s all I got.
I’d say I doubt Morgana knew his name, but I was betting she did. She’s just too selfish and somewhat… maybe even rightly paranoid… that someone would find out. I mean I did go through her things for a righteous cause. Why didn’t she want anyone to know though? UGH.
I was surprised to learn Xander was concerned about who ran the Resistance. Freya sang, “Mate wouldn’t if he knew you are your own boss.” Well… honestly, he should be more worried about everyone else being upset with me. Freya snorted, “Let’s not use those words to say that.”
I usually got lectures from everyone about the stuff I did… but me, myself, and I understood why I made those calls. Xander’slogic had merit. I wasn’t surprised he didn’t suspect me as the leader of the Resistance. It was one of the nice things about it.
I started it at fourteen years old and no one in their right mind would guess a fourteen year old started and organized a group of people to fight back against their oppressors. To people who knew I was in the Resistance, it was clear I was important to the organization; not that I was behind it.
No one was going to guess it was me. I was going to have to tell them, and I really didn’t want to have that conversation just yet. I didn’t understand why Xander was still worried after I’d told him that it was fine.
Maybe I should ask Cassie to ask me a direct question about whether or not I’d get trouble from my boss. That opened me up to her asking more questions though. This was ENTIRELY too complicated. I convinced Xander to pop me to Nate.
Freya said, “Yes, we should see him with his sisters.” I agreed, “I know… and I’m sure our family is madder than a hornet’s nest that got kicked.” Freya snorted, “All their wolves are talking to me, so I’ll tell you that’s a very accurate thought.” Ugh.
I was happy to see Nate, Demi, and Destiny together. Freya said, “It is nice. I see why you enjoy this so much.” I was surprised Demi and Destiny were two years apart in age because they looked almost like twins. Freya linked, “Huggers. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
I was fairly used to this reaction. This was the first time being hugged by people I’d met in my white wolf plane thing though… so that was kind of weird, because we hadn’t actually met…. but we had…. It was cool, but strange.
Demi started acting weird. Freya chuckled, “You already guessed why.” Ok, so maybe I thought she’d be cute with Fowler, and I turned out to be right. I couldn’t help but be happy for him. He was a good guy. I knew Demi’s dream was to be a Warriorherself and Fowler would encourage that. Heck, he’d help her reach and accomplish it.
From what I knew she could already be a level three Warrior. Well… Demi would probably need to brush up on her skills, but I knew she’d do well here. Elise linked me, “So since Chason, KJ, and Fowler left, logic dictates you’re back.” I confirmed, “I am back.”
Elise snorted, “You might need to come talk to your family. By might, I mean you need to come talk to them before they implode.” Well, that seemed a bit dramatic. Freya laughed, “It’s not.” In my opinion it was even absurd to have the conversation. I was an adult not a pup.
They had no right to be super upset about it. My thoughts apparently made Destiny and Demi want to be my friend. Interesting. Tristan angrily linked me, “You have FIVE goddamn minutes to get your ass back to Alexander and EJ’s office.”
I asked, “Why?” Tristan yelled, “OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHY!” Jeez. Testy. I replied, “I mean… not really. No one should be mad. I did a good thing.” Tristan growled in reply, but I did do a good thing. People were free because of the Resistance.
Xander popped us back into his office where I was immediately yelled at. Freya snickered, “You did not just point out your name changed because you want them to realize since you are old enough to get married, you are too old for them to scold you about your mission actions.”
I replied, “I was, but… that point is apparently lost on them.” Freya full out laughed in my head. I was yet again being scolded over field decisions. I was already tired of this conversation, and my friends hadn’t jumped on the bandwagon yet. They actually looked amused.
No, they looked like they were plotting something. I narrowed my eyes at them, but they just smirked in response. Ilinked Sierra, “What?” Sierra said, “I need more details.” I shot her a look that said we both knew that wasn’t true.
I asked my Beta Female, “How are we on the subject of who taught me how to drive? That seems unimportant.” Sierra cackled back down the link, but I was serious. I honestly didn’t want to talk about that. I didn’t want a lecture on how Vampires and Werewolves didn’t get along.
Because I knew this group did get along with Vampires and my friends would jump in on that conversation like a dog with a bone. Freya offered, “Their wolves are ready to pounce on it.” Nope. Changing the subject, because the driving lessons had nothing to do with what we were talking about.
I easily switched topics to their terrible decisions making skills. Avery linked, “Opf you’re going to come in hot criticism of their decision making skills.” I replied, “They want to judge mine and, as you know, they HAVE NO ROOM TO DO SO!”
Freya said, “I’d correct you if you were wrong, but they did allow some off the wall crazy things to happen and not take preventative measures.” I knew that. It was literally a line in the dissertation I had. Well, one of them anyway.
I vented some frustrations about the bad decisions this collective group has made. Theirs were even planned out…. and not an on the spot field decision. I linked Sierra, “They cannot be serious. They even went to Missouri… on a freaking whim without even a Fairy charm, but sure… I make bad decisions.”
Sierra replied, “I think they believe what they are saying is that they don’t like the decision. No one says you make bad ones. You just make decisions with little to no regard for yourself.” I gasped, “I was SO tame on this mission. So tame.” Sierra agreed, “I know. I have a sticker on your file folder for you because of that.”
We kind of had a running joke about stickers now, because I would grade their papers and give them stickers. The thingwas, I was right about that. Supernatural’s love competitions, even humans want stickers if someone else gets them. It was validation. I was motivating them. They just took to giving me stickers based on my injury level in return. Which didn’t bother me.
I linked my friends, “DID MY BROTHER JUST CALL US AS RESISTANCE MEMBERS THEM?!” Paige groaned, “I’m on the phone and can confirm his dumb ass did say that.” Sierra linked, “Ok, let’s be fair here because you love being fair, Mel.”
I shot back, “T’s not being fair! We are all a part of the Resistance. We are the founding members!” Avery said, “I mean, you founded it. We just joined. I’m technically not a founding member either.” I muttered, “You are because I call you one… and I run it.” They all smirked.
