I sat thinking while Brody slept. I didn’t want them using him as their slave but I didn’t want him going back on his own to check out what Brendon was up to. Why couldn’t everyone just leave us the fuck alone and deal with their own problems? I twirled Brody’s hair around my fingertips, feeling him stir a little.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
He gave me a sleepy mumble that sounded something like ‘no’ and I chuckled.
"I did. Go back to sleep"
He did and I went back to thinking. By the time Brody woke up a couple hours later, I’d made a decision. It had been a fucking hard decision, though. A decision that came with about three escape routes. Brody lay there being sleepy and I almost didn’t want to disturb him but this had to be done.
"I'm gonna accept their offer" I said quietly.
"M'kay" he sounded tired.
"You know I can't come with you, right?"
He nodded and I huggled him a little more.
"Don't get killed"
"I mean it, mister. I've fought too hard to lose you because of Brendon"
He snuggled up to me and I kissed him, fiddling about with his hair. He stayed where he was and I kissed his forehead.
"I'm gonna go tell them, okay?"
He nodded and I went off to find one of the wolves. It would happen to be blondie that I stumbled across. I found him in the kitchen but I didn’t really pay any attention to what he was doing.
"I've made up my mind"
He looked up.
"I don't like it but I give in"
He smiled slightly. "He'll be okay"
"He fucking better. Because if anything happens to him, I swear to God I'll kill every last one of you"
He arched an eyebrow a tiny bit.
"No, say it"
He shrugged. "Good luck killing us"
"I'm not as useless as I look"
"I don't doubt it, but we're a big pack"
"I'll just have to take down as many of you as I can, then"
"It won't be necessary, Fate"
"I'll be going with him"
"When did we decide this?"
"Don't tell the others. They think I'm going away on business"
"I don't like this"
"Why not? I'm going to be trying to protect him, Fate, I'm not sure why you have a problem with that"
"I don't like any of it"
"I can stay if you'd prefer, but I don't want to see him die any more than you do"
"I don't want him to go at all" I sighed and he gave me a sympathetic look.
I sort of thumped my head against the fridge, whining when I felt him watching me. Why was my life turning into such a fucking drama?