mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, |
There was plenty of time for Kiley to adjust and learn when it came to pack, and all the dynamics involved. Mason wouldn't dream of pushing her into anything ahead of time, which was one of the main reasons he had kept things quiet and hadn't gone out of his way to make sure the rest of the Normandins knew she fell under the protection of the pack, along with her brother Corwin. For the time being, they would keep things moving slowly, at a pace Kiley was comfortable with. That was the best way to do things, as far as Mason was concerned. The Normandins were a lot to handle, especially when they weren't happy with something, and Mason knew they wouldn't be happy about bringing bitten weres into the fold, not in the least. Too bad. It wasn't up to them.
Something that would blow over? Mason almost laughed at that, the unlikelihood of it, but he reined it in and shaped it into a smile instead, one that Kiley would hopefully take as a reassuring sign. "Here's hoping," he said, wanting to give her something, even if it was a falsehood. Things would never blow over between him and his father, not after what had happened. "That's the fun part about being Alpha though," he went on, his smile more genuine now. "I get to have the last word and the other person has to get over it." If they didn't want a fight on their hands, at least, and Mason knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could overpower his father, if it ever came to that. The statement was meant to be light-hearted, and hopefully Kiley would take it that way. To make sure she wouldn't think too much about the more serious side, he said, "Well, you can probably get away with having the last word," while making sure there was a look of amusement on his face before he reached for one of his sandwiches.