Shifted Fate (Amy)

My father had 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 will get used to it." I flipped back 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. "Stop it." I snapped at her.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Stop what?"noveldrama

I dropped the hand that was holding my eye liner and just looked at her. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you and that look." She blinked at me. "My father's issues with remembering things is not on you. He found a way to work around it. It is not your fault that he has a short attention span. Rude or not, he figured it out. Stop trying to make this somehow your fault because you left."

She sighed. "But-"

"But nothing." I went back to my makeup. "Your mate is a little forgetful, but that isn't on you. Just like everything that happened after you left wasn't on you. Everyone made choices with the information they had, and at the moment, it was the right decision." I shrugged. "We can always work with the pack when we get back."

My mom's eyes lit up. "The pack?"

I nodded. "In a couple of days... you will be back home." She was almost vibrating with her excitement. "But I need to go into work and get everything in place before we do."

My mom settled at that. "Right. We also need to get the tents and everything in place."

I thought about it for a second, but I shook my head. "No need."

My mom tilted her head and watched as I finished my makeup. “Why won't we need it?"

"Because this plan has us moving quicker. So we won't need to have Rick's and Alannah's families in the yard. They won't even be staying here." My mom shook her head slowly. "What?"

"Unless you set up a should like you have here, Carly, Rick's family and Alannah's should stay here." Myè mom jumped from the counter and turned to look at me in the mirror. "Vince will definitely be looking for them, and using magic to do so. We can't chance them being found in your father's pack lands before we are ready."

She was right. "Fuck."

"But!" She held up her finger. "Lynn is ready." My mom smiled. "I can't say she is healed, because I don't think that will ever happen, but she is ready to kill Derek. Take her and

Toya with you, leave everyone here with Wendy and me."

I turned to her, propping my hip on the counter. "But dad-"

"Can wait an extra few days. Keeping everyone safe and secure as we move in the shadows is the best. And Wendy and I can handle any rogues if they pop up." My mom leaned in to kiss me. "FocusOn saving the kids, and getting Rick, Alannah and their families here. We can use Lynn's, yours, and Toya's room to house everyone. They will be safe, and you and your father can finish this." I sighed and then nodded. I looked at the time and realized I had to go or else I would

be late. I kissed my mom and ran from the room. "Make sure you grab breakfast."

I chuckled as I slammed through the closet doors and down the stairs. I ran from

the house, and instead of taking the car, I just shifted to run to the pack house. It

will burn some energy and make it seem like I'm on edge.

Nix chuckled as I ran down the street. We are on edge.

I snorted. Ain't that the fucking truth.