A Little Bit of Patience

Chapter Three - To Narnia

Updates may start becoming slower (about once every two weeks), because no one really reads this book/comments other than my supportive friend so I'm like 'meh' to keep writing for no one. 

Oh well, what can you do. And whoops I lied, I thought Claude was going to be in this chapter but then I write too little in too much space. But he'll definitely be in the next one.

*whispers* coolio character banner on the side of Narnia made by randomthingsbyme. Thank you!

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Chapter Three - To Narnia

For thirty minutes Ashlynn has been staring out the window, contemplating, as her bird 'sang' in the back of the car. She was riding shot gun right next to her driver and only company that will say good bye to her.

When she left, her father had just tilted his head in confusion. Not one goodbye from him. All though it was expected, at least a hug would have been nice.

Ashlynn watched as the scenery flashed buy, her eyes able to take in every single detail due to being a lycanthrope. They had been driving for five hours now. The bar was only a few hours away originally, but apparently this part of the highway loved to get more clogged up than a toilet at a frat party that's main food theme was burritos.

But how would she really know if that's how parties really were? Now she'd never be able to go to one all thanks to - Whoa! Easy on the bitterness there, self! She had agreed to accept this with open arms, dammit! She did her sulking already. 

After that stern scolding, Ashlynn glanced at her designated driver, a middle aged looking wolf with hair was red as ripened cherries. It was actually quite spectacular. Melvin, a name his Mama and Papa must have hated him to give him it, saw her looking and raised one bell pepper colored brow. 

She quickly glanced away.

Melvin had always unsettled her because of how off he always was. He wasn't fit, yet he looked like he could snap her legs with a single, contemplating thought. He wasn't mean, but he always looked annoyed. He ate healthy, but she had seen the sugar binges he has once a month and it's enough sweets to make a dentist whoop. He stunk at Pictionary, but was unsettlingly good at Scrabble.

No wonder why the pack picked him to take Ashlynn away. Out of all the members, her and the bright red headed wolf were the least close. Ashlynn liked to think it was because they were both so smart, and that they couldn't understand each other because of that.

Melvin would cause the least amount of drama, because he abhorred drama. Any other wolf would have been subjected to, goodness forbid, girly tears. 

That thought somehow led on to the thought about how most human brides break down crying during their wedding day, which it then suddenly made Ashlynn that today was her wedding day.

Her body reacted almost immediately to the stress of the thought. She tensed, a blush was rising up her cheeks and ears, and she almost let out a horrified squeak that surely would have made Melvin question her sanity.

She was getting married today. In a few hours. Whoops, forgot about that tiny detail. An urge to begin biting her nails began rising. How were you even married? Did she have to kiss him? What if she had to kiss him and he's ugly?

"Calm the hell down," Melvin said with a look that was somewhat menacing, but yet also soothing. See? He was half something and half another thing all the time.