"Uh...weird story, that," Asher admitted in response to Rocky's remark about the Haze. "But I'll let Ty explain. You know you guys are always welcome and I don't think you're gonna have to worry about horny vibes. Well, you know, anymore than usual. Might wanna reach out to your own people, just to make sure everyone's okay. I don't know how organized this attack might have been, or if it was just us, or what."

He brightened a little as Imogen marched in, breathing a slow sigh of relief. The elder packmate may not have been alpha since Asher was a kid, but she still radiated the regal aura of it. Protection, safety, the sense that everything would be okay and taken care of. "The Calvary's marching in. See you in a bit, homies, and thanks."

Hanging up the phone, Asher moved up to stand behind Imogen and wrap her up in a hug from behind, curling his hands around Penny's elbows in the process. "Hey grams," he sighed as he pulled back and grinned sheepishly. "Damn it's good to see you."

"I just bet," Imogen drawled, the natural acerbic tone of her voice at odds with the maternal stroke of her hand over Penny's hair as she kept her tugged in close, the fingers she curled on Asher's cheek as she studied his face. "You all right, my boy?"

Considering the hellish attack that Tyleigh had gone through, Asher hated to complain, but still, he couldn't lie to Imogen. "I've been better, ma'am."

"I just bet," she repeated, tugging Asher in to kiss his cheek. "Where's Terry, and my girl?