Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,13
it was cool. However, I was a bit jealous that there were people like Dylan who had natural colored hair and fur so that humans thought he was a normal wolf while shifted. Unlike me, you know, since I am a fucking purple fox. It made my life far more dangerous as well, especially in a non-shifter friendly town.
It didn’t appear I’d have that issue with Willowdale, though. Lena and Dylan made it very apparent that the entire town was very welcoming of and filled with supernatural community members.
“... she’s in the shower,” Dylan’s voice caught my ears as I finally gave in to listen. “I would say feel free to go meet her but that may not be the first impression that you want to give your mate.”
Mate? My fox stilled, perking up and tilting her head in interest. My mouth opened as my hands stilled from the process of rinsing my conditioner out. Holy crap. Mate? Wait, I frowned, if I was this random guy’s mate… what about Dylan?
Why did the concept of not being his mate bother me so much? This was totally unhealthy.
“She doesn’t know she is your mate, let alone a mate to all of you,” Lena commented briefly, making my chest relax. I was confused as hell, but hey, I couldn’t lie, her words did make me feel better. “She also uses sign language so ya’ll better start learning or else she won’t give you the time of day.”
I smiled at her sassiness. It was so nice to have someone sticking up for me, even if she didn’t need to. No really, it made me so happy that she was essentially saying it was their problem if they couldn’t communicate with me. Not mine. Because that was how my parents had framed it, my fault for not being able to communicate with others. My fault. My problem. I was the one that needed to change.
Now, I did not expect anyone to go off learning sign language. I would always try to communicate with those that I was interested in talking to. From experience, I knew a lack of traditional communication didn’t mean ignoring the person was a good solution. With that said; it was nice to feel like I had someone on my side.
Wait. Hold the fucking phone. Did she just say I had multiple mates? Was that a thing? I had read it was a thing, but I guess I’d never believed it before. Crap. I’d never even dated and now I had multiple mates? Okay, I needed a minute to digest this.
Rinsing out my hair completely, I tuned them out. Once finished, I turned off the shower. I dried myself off and slipped on a pair of blue lace panties and a push-up bra before brushing out my long hair. Staring at my reflection, I really considered how a guy would view me. Not something I gave much thought to before.
As a ballet dancer I’d always been lean with long muscles. I had never cared about not having curves, but now after meeting Dylan and hearing Lena’s odd words about other mates; I was feeling nervous. I tugged a brush through my purple hair one last time and braided it on each side.
Deciding I wasn’t going to overthink it, I pulled on jeans and an oversized pink sweater with matching socks. It was comfortable and totally average. Dylan had met me while wearing a day old outfit and a beanie last night… so this was an improvement, right?
I put all of my things into my backpack and tucked it against the sink in case I needed something again. Before leaving the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. Needing to remove the ‘I’ve been on a bus forever’ mixed with dinner taste from my mouth. I’d been so tired the night before I’d passed out. Thankful I didn’t feel as gross as I had when I woke up.
Once I was done I turned towards the door and with a brave face walked back into the bedroom… well, I tried to.
A small squeak came from my throat as I slammed right into a hard chest. The growly voice from said chest muttered ‘fuck’ as I heard Dylan laugh, making me scowl.
“Not laughing at you, baby.” Dylan commented.
Blushing, I met his gaze from where he was on the bed. I didn’t bother moving from the vice grip of whoever was holding me so tightly now.
“Just laughing at Luca getting caught being a creep,” he continued.
My eyes