Scattered Thoughts

[Hyacinth]

“Bash, sweetie, you must be kidding.” I laugh at what must have been a joke, although not a very funny one. I'm just glad that neither Drew nor Blake seemed to notice, since they were too busy looking at one another with sly little smiles as they clear the table and prepare for their evening together. “There is no way. Alpha Danvers is an honorable wolf.”

“Yes,” Bash agrees. “My father is the very best wolf.”

“I would know, Bash, if the alpha was your father,” I scoff. The Alpha is too unforgettable. I would have remembered him if I had met him before. The only smells I remember from that evening were the musky smells of blood and sex mixed with the cloying scent of pancakes from the hotel's breakfast, nothing like the amazing sea salt and pine scent I've come to associate with Slate. “Besides, your father was not a good man, not a good wolf. Alpha Danvers is a good wolf, he could not…”

“I think,” Bash’s eyes have that faraway look that they sometimes do when he is