evidently lost. The boy can be so childish it is getting beyond annoying. One of these days, Alex is going to walk in to find his little pet bodyguard duct taped to a chair with at least ten layers wrapped around his mouth.
“You are getting tense,” Jonas whispers. “Ignore him. If you react, it only encourages him.”
“Sage advice. Sadly, the roll of my metal gray, sticky best friend is in the back of the truck. Do you think I can convince him to climb back there and apply a piece himself?” I glance into the rearview and see that Jake has put in his earbuds so maybe the trip won't be that bad.
“Probably not. It doesn’t involve food or his johnson, meaning he most likely won’t go for it,” he says with a shrug. “Changing the subject, have you heard anything more from your dad?”
Aaron Gentry, my father and, if werewolves believed in royalty, the true king of our race, is in deep hiding from the Collective after I was sent to assassinate him. Before the assassination attempt, any of the components that led to my genetic makeup were a mystery to me. I still know nothing about how I came to be in this world, but I figure eventually I will get him in a room and have it out with him.
“Nope. Still have only the one email communiqué. Must not get reliable Internet connection from under his rock.”
“I know we didn't start out that well, but I want you to know that it is an honor to serve as your guard, Princess.” He has reiterated the statement many times, since the whole saving his life thing.
I remember a time when he didn’t believe my lineage and having to pretty much moon him to prove the fact. No one believes you are really born of the Gentry line unless they see the mark we all have on our thigh. I still ask, anytime I can find someone to listen to me, why it couldn’t have been located in a more convenient location. So far, there haven’t been any good answers.
“The monarchy was put to an end a long time ago, and to most werewolves the last known individual from that line is dead, so a princess I be not.”
“What do you expect to happen once we defeat the Collective? We are planning to reinstate the true leader of our race.”
“Is he aware of this?”
“It's his revolt, even if Alex is leading it on our side. I imagine he has a pretty good idea where it is heading.”
“You think the wolves will like going back to the days of old?”
“Once they are debrainwashed, maybe they will remember how things used to be. The newer generations won't remember, but they will learn quickly.”
“And what of the other species that the Collective 'governs'? You think they will be okay with going back to separate factions?”
“No offense, but that is a pretty moronic question. You think the other races like being ruled by werewolves? The Collective lets a token number of fang heads in, but the werewolves are making all the decisions. All the wrong decisions, if you ask me.”
Out of all the people I have met in the resistance, not that I have met many, Jonas has lost the most. The Collective killed his brother for no reason other than standing against them. I cannot imagine what that lost meant to him. Until recently, I have only been close to my pseudo brother, Ryan, in the familial sense and I am pretty sure that relationship wasn't what I thought it was at all.
“No, they don't make very good decisions for us as a whole,” I reply quietly to his last thought.
The mood has grown somber and I, being the uncheeriest person in the world, have no clue how to turn it around. Thankfully, we only have two more exits to go before the turn off to Felicity Willard's apartment. Research shows she has a roommate and I am hoping they are the B.F.F. variety of girls.
You know, the kind that tells each other everything, so when I show up she can just tell me the happy couple is hiding out across town in the Motel 6. This is my life we are talking about, though, so the chances of that happening
“You are getting tense,” Jonas whispers. “Ignore him. If you react, it only encourages him.”
“Sage advice. Sadly, the roll of my metal gray, sticky best friend is in the back of the truck. Do you think I can convince him to climb back there and apply a piece himself?” I glance into the rearview and see that Jake has put in his earbuds so maybe the trip won't be that bad.
“Probably not. It doesn’t involve food or his johnson, meaning he most likely won’t go for it,” he says with a shrug. “Changing the subject, have you heard anything more from your dad?”
Aaron Gentry, my father and, if werewolves believed in royalty, the true king of our race, is in deep hiding from the Collective after I was sent to assassinate him. Before the assassination attempt, any of the components that led to my genetic makeup were a mystery to me. I still know nothing about how I came to be in this world, but I figure eventually I will get him in a room and have it out with him.
“Nope. Still have only the one email communiqué. Must not get reliable Internet connection from under his rock.”
“I know we didn't start out that well, but I want you to know that it is an honor to serve as your guard, Princess.” He has reiterated the statement many times, since the whole saving his life thing.
I remember a time when he didn’t believe my lineage and having to pretty much moon him to prove the fact. No one believes you are really born of the Gentry line unless they see the mark we all have on our thigh. I still ask, anytime I can find someone to listen to me, why it couldn’t have been located in a more convenient location. So far, there haven’t been any good answers.
“The monarchy was put to an end a long time ago, and to most werewolves the last known individual from that line is dead, so a princess I be not.”
“What do you expect to happen once we defeat the Collective? We are planning to reinstate the true leader of our race.”
“Is he aware of this?”
“It's his revolt, even if Alex is leading it on our side. I imagine he has a pretty good idea where it is heading.”
“You think the wolves will like going back to the days of old?”
“Once they are debrainwashed, maybe they will remember how things used to be. The newer generations won't remember, but they will learn quickly.”
“And what of the other species that the Collective 'governs'? You think they will be okay with going back to separate factions?”
“No offense, but that is a pretty moronic question. You think the other races like being ruled by werewolves? The Collective lets a token number of fang heads in, but the werewolves are making all the decisions. All the wrong decisions, if you ask me.”
Out of all the people I have met in the resistance, not that I have met many, Jonas has lost the most. The Collective killed his brother for no reason other than standing against them. I cannot imagine what that lost meant to him. Until recently, I have only been close to my pseudo brother, Ryan, in the familial sense and I am pretty sure that relationship wasn't what I thought it was at all.
“No, they don't make very good decisions for us as a whole,” I reply quietly to his last thought.
The mood has grown somber and I, being the uncheeriest person in the world, have no clue how to turn it around. Thankfully, we only have two more exits to go before the turn off to Felicity Willard's apartment. Research shows she has a roommate and I am hoping they are the B.F.F. variety of girls.
You know, the kind that tells each other everything, so when I show up she can just tell me the happy couple is hiding out across town in the Motel 6. This is my life we are talking about, though, so the chances of that happening
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