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Mom grins at that, swinging her gaze back to Avery and tossing her a wink.
My mom was a hell of a warrior back in the day. Fallon Eastwick Kessler wasn’t nicknamed the ‘barbie beast’ for nothing. Even now, she could probably still give most of the squad fighters a run for their money.
“And how are…otherthings going?” Mom asks, arching a brow in my direction.
While the woman’s a physical force, subtlety isn’t her strong suit.
I bury a hand in my hair, shaking my head. “Just say it,” I groan.
“Fine, how are things going with Sloane?”
“Here we go,” Avery sighs, pushing up from the couch and walking away.
Mom’s brows draw together in concern as she watches after Aves, then swings her gaze back on me.
“It’s fine,” I grumble.
“It’s not!” Avery calls over her shoulder.
“Hey, if you walk away then you don’t get to throw your two cents in!” I yell back to her, scrubbing a hand over my face and turning back to my mom. “It’s fine,” I repeat.
Mom gives me a dubious look she doesn’t believe me, while Dad just chuckles softly, shaking his head.
I wish I could give them more of an explanation, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Everything has been fucked since Sloane came back. And between making her cry at Andie’s party and kissing the hell out of her up on the roof, I obviously have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to my ex.
“Is it true that she had a vision when the hunters attacked Denver?” Mom asks.
I furrow my brow in confusion. “What?Sloane?”
That can’t be right. Sloane didn’t inherit her mom’s gift- and for some reason, she always felt like she failed her somehow because of it. I can’t even count how many times she got in her head about not being ‘special’ and I had to list off all the other ways she was to try to lift her spirits. I did it every time, even though I never really understood why she had such a complex about being normal. I guess it’s because she favored her mom in so many other ways growing up that people just expected her to get Astrid’s gift, and when she didn’t, she hated feeling like she let them down.
“Astrid mentioned that Sloane had a dream the night the hunters came, that it’s possible she’s manifesting as a seer after all,” Mom explains.
I shake my head with a frown. “I don’t know anything about that,” I mumble.
Not that I’ve given her a chance to tell me.
“I have an idea, why don’t we do a big family dinner on Sunday, like old times?” my mom asks, her blue eyes alight. “We could invite all the alpha families, give Sloane a real welcome back to the territory…”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” I sigh, holding up my hands. “Just because she’s back doesn’t mean we’re on friendly terms. It doesn’t change anything.”
“Oh come on, you two will work it out,” she says flippantly. “Don’t be stubborn.”
“That’s rich, coming from you,” Dad snorts.
Mom throws an elbow into his ribs and he grunts, tightening his arms around her so she can’t do it again.
“Well as fun as this was, I’ve got some things to take care of,” I sigh, pushing up from the couch and shoving my hands into the pockets of my gym shorts.
Dad perks up. “Pack business?” he asks hopefully.
I pull a hand out of my pocket to point a finger in his direction. “You’re retired, old man,” I chide. “Try enjoying it.”
Mom laughs, reaching behind her to ruffle his salt and pepper hair. “You know your dad doesn’t have an off switch when it comes to this stuff.”
“Thirty years as Alpha will do that to you,” he shrugs.
“Fine, you wanna come with me to round up the weekly report from the enforcers?” I ask, edging toward the door and giving a little flick of my head in invitation.
