Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 53 - Robert Delaney (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt.2

HEllo. So there is a book, on wattpad where the writer is writing a werewolf/mafia/shifter book. I started reading it and stopped because I felt as though it's a watered down version of my plot in the series. It's not the same, but if you've read my book I feel like... it's weird. It feels as though someone has taken a thesaurus to my story. It's not word for word, but I easily pick out things that I feel they've read in my book, were inspired but not creative enough to not use key ideas. ugh. it feels as though I'm reading fanfiction of my series but they're claiming it's original. The main lead in that story could be gabriel and the whole mafia/werewolf thing is what started rubbing me the wrong way. On the flip side, it's doing well and i also figured that if it was similar to mine I'd have someone tell me so already... so maybe it's in my head. IDK.

Chapter 53 – Robert Delaney (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt.2

"Dad you want someone to take over?" I ask my father by way of distraction from the information Naomi dropped on us. "We've yet to really make any true stop," I add on, knowing that Jonah Conrad – my father – could never just sit and let someone else drive.

He wanted to be helpful in anyway he could.

From the minute that Antone had handed the Den over to me, my father and he took active roles in making me the best Den leader I could be.

When he shakes his head, in denial, I accept it, moving on.

"Have you heard of this Betray No Elder thing?" I ask him, while my mind stops for a moment, replaying what Naomi actually said.

"She spent nearly five years working on a top secret biological weapon."

"Biological weapon."

If dad answered me in the minute or two after I inquired to the extent of his knowledge pertaining to Betray No Elders, I certainly did not hear it.

"The Elders are making a biological weapon," I whisper looking at my trousers, the words played on loop in my mind. "That's basically what you said of your friend?" I look up at Naomi dread filling my gut up. Had it been food, a physical meal, I'd have been satiated for days on dread alone.

In that very moment, fear pierced me fully. "I – the next time they contact us, I – I think I'm going to have to ask Faith for us to – how could – does Nick know – poisonous air," I gasped pitifully.

My thoughts were being tugged in multiple directions. Overall safety for my family and those in the Den had a piece of my attention. Leaving Bend was done with a stopwatch ticking away in my head; would we get out safely? Now, a part of my concentration was on this new time clock that materialized. Worse, the time until darkness would be upon us – unfortunately – was ambiguous.

If there were a task that my siblings and I loathed, but it had to be done, when we were younger, we would draw straws. The person with the shortest one had to bite the bullet.

Here? Right now? I had all the straws, and I was the one that had to bite the proverbial bullet.

As if impending doom was not enough to keep my thoughts occupied, there was the little problem of what we left behind in Bend.

Devin and her ridiculous hacking had made our system weak, which was another direction I was pulled in. Nick wanted to play himself under the bosom of the Elders of all people. It was as though he had no sense of self-preservation.

No. That is actually not quite true.

The people that followed him, they were the ones that lacked it. I did not need to keep in contact with a single individual to know that Nick was going to throw those that followed him right under the bus.