This is the story that follows Autumn: The Season of Changes

Dylan looked down in the hot cup of cocoa in his hands, trying not to make eye contact with the wolves that all watched him as he sat in front of Bran's desk in his study and the other wolves in the room looked down at him. It was intense and he didn't like it. At all.

His fingers trembled around the mug in his hands.

"Will someone please speak?" Anna finally spoke, breaking the tense silence that seemed to feel so suffocating before. Dylan felt something start to fill the room. Something that made him want to slump his shoulders and just spill everything that had happened to him during his captivity with Scipio. Or, maybe, his entire life of captivity.

He looked out the window and wondered if Danny was alright, panic wanted to rage his heart but he shook his head, trying not to get lost in Anna's power even as his body had calmed its trembling.

"Dylan?"

Dylan jumped in his seat as a warm hand touched the back of the chair he was currently seated in. He turned and found Anna's face in his- and found he really wanted to tell her everything. No! Where would he even start?!

Tightening his grip on the cup in his hands, Dylan tried to say something, anything, to get all the wolves to stop staring at him. He had been content to stay in Blaire's shadow over their stay in the Marrok's company, protecting her with everything he had while also able to stand back and let her fly. He let the world put him in the background as they watched her fly as the beautiful butterfly she was. Everything had been going well and he had hoped it would continue so that he could leave his own secrets buried in the snow behind them as he hopefully just became a part of the pack or something like that.

He knew Blaire had many qualities that would bring Akira to make her his mate. Dylan hadn't lied when he had answered Anna's worried question of whether he minded the relationship. He didn't but he sure would kill the male if he hurt Blaire.

Then, the Omega thing had happened and had dragged the rug out from under him. Brantly had just quite literally thrown open the pandora's box he had tried to leave unopened for a while...or maybe forever. Forever was better.

Was there no way to completely forget what happened in the kitchen and mark it up as just a bad dream?

One glance at Bran's worn expression and he knew it was impossible.

Damn it! He wanted to slam his fist on the table and throw a tantrum. Something!

"There is no getting out of this," Bran spoke from his position of leaning against one of the bookcases by the fire.

Dylan hated how right the man was.