The Not So Sad Rejection

Chapter Five

Okay guys I really didn't want to have an A/N in the middle of my book but I have to say something to y'all.

This is a warning that the main character of this story does not believe in God. I am saying this because people have been posting some rather forceful comments about that. 

Normally I love when you guys comment but this time I am compelled to ask you not to. This is a book not a forum for your religious debates. I made my character not believe in God for a reason and her disbelief will be brought up repeatedly throughout the series.  I will not be changing it and if you cannot comment without telling others that they have to believe in God then I'm asking you to not comment at all.

Everyone has a right to whatever religion they follow and I understand that a number of my readers also do not believe in God. If they want to share their similarities or how they connect to the character please do not tell them that they have to believe in God or that they are ungrateful because they don't.

I'm sorry about the long A/N but this is something that I felt had to be said.  

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Mission

"No... Yes... May won't work... What about the last two weeks of April? ... Hm-hmm... Yes. That can work. ... Yes, I'll have Alpha Greyson send it to you by the end of the day. ... Yes, thank you."

I ended the call and pulled the Bluetooth out of my ear. "Sorry for being late Tree."

She shrugged, "It is fine. What was the call about?"

"Just boring Beta stuff," I answered. "That was Trainer Yon, I think you met him, a couple years back with Lone Wolf got in a spot of trouble."

"I remember him. God he was such a stick in the mud. I think he hated me."

"He did," I informed her. "In his defense you did egg his car."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "He deserved it. He was rude."

"But you were insolent," I countered. "And Yon was just doing his job. As you know it is not your job to be nice to those you train."

She sighed. "Yeah I know, I know. As a trainer I am preparing them for combat. Their enemies aren't going to be nice to them so neither should I, you've drilled this into my head for years. I couldn't forget if I tried, trust me."

I rolled my eyes. I don't recall being that dramatic at Trina's age. "Do me a favor, dial Jason's parents and let them know we are on the way."

"Do we have to go?" Trina asked. "Every time we visit Mrs. Greyson tries to over-feed me."

I couldn't help but smile. Jason's mom was born and raised in Alabama. As a result of her southern heritage no one leaves her home without a too-full belly and an urge to never eat again. "I lived with her for two years, Tree. I think you can survive one evening. Besides weren't you just saying there's never anything to eat at the pack house?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I think I'd rather starve."

I rolled my eyes. "You're being dramatic. Mrs. Greyson is not that bad." The woman was great in fact. She couldn't help but mother everyone she saw. There are worse personality traits to have.

"Jason's dad creeps me out," she continued to complain.

Now she's just coming up with excuses. "We are going Trina. This is non-negotiable."

She huffed. "Bossy."

"It's my job as Beta. Being all knowing is also one of my many incredible talents."