Chapter 55 - Wyatt’s Undesirable Homecoming

The living room was a goddamn warzone. Furniture knocked over, curtains half-singed, and two furious women in the middle of it, throwing hands and magic like they were starring in an action movie. Jenny had a split lip, Anastasia's nose was still bleeding from the first hit, and with every brutal punch or magical blast, they were adding to each other's collection of bruises.

Matt, meanwhile, was sitting back on the couch, one leg propped up, casually popping M&Ms into his mouth like he was watching a primetime fight night special. Every time Jenny got a hit in, he nodded in approval. Every time Anastasia countered, he raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, not bad," he muttered between chews. "Could use a little more flair, though."

The door slammed open.

"What in the holy hell IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Wyatt's voice boomed through the room, immediately cutting through the chaos. He stormed in, hands full of supply bags from their upcoming mission, looking like he was ready to start flipping tables himself. Behind him, Sean stepped in, eyes going wide as he took in the absolute disaster of their once-intact home.

Wyatt didn't hesitate—he lunged between the two women, shoving them apart. Jenny skidded back, breathless and grinning with a wild spark in her eyes, while Anastasia wiped the blood from her nose, chest heaving with anger.

"I swear to God," Wyatt growled, pointing at both of them, "if you two don't get your shit together, I will personally throw you both into a portal to Hell myself!"

Sean crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed, but when he caught Matt's amused expression, his brows furrowed. "Why in God's name are you just sitting there?"

Matt smirked and tossed another M&M into his mouth. "Entertainment. Needed something to do while waiting for dinner."

Sean rolled his eyes and smacked Matt upside the head so hard that the bag of M&Ms went flying. "Ow! The fuck, man?!" Matt yelped, rubbing the back of his head.

Wyatt exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, someone start explaining RIGHT NOW!."

Anastasia pointed at Jenny. "She wants to come with us."

Wyatt's expression darkened like storm clouds rolling in. "Absolutely not." He didn't even hesitate. Just turned on his heel and stomped toward the office to put the supplies away.

Jenny, however, was not one to let a door be the final word in an argument. She marched right after him, her boots clicking against the floor with determined fury.

"Wyatt," she called after him.

"No."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I don't need to. No."

Jenny planted herself in the doorway before he could close it. "Listen. You need me. Look how I took on Anastasia with all her new powers. You're going into the Celestial City. A place filled with angels who can smite your entire existence with a thought. You know what angels hate?"

Wyatt shot her a look. "What?"

"Witches," she said matter-of-factly. "And who's the best damn witch you know?"

Wyatt exhaled through his nose, setting his bags down on the desk with a thump. "Jenny, Anastasia would have killed you if she unleashed her full power on you so never underestimate your enemy. Look—"

"I can shield you, I can disguise you, I can teleport us out of there if shit hits the fan." She folded her arms, chin high. "But sure, go ahead, take your little squad in without me and see how that turns out."

Wyatt clenched his jaw. He hated that she had a point. He hated it more that she knew she had a point. His silence lasted a beat too long.

Anastasia and Matt, who had been eavesdropping from just outside, both stiffened when Wyatt finally exhaled and muttered, "Fine."

Matt's eyes widened. "Wait—what?"

Anastasia, looking personally betrayed, stormed into the room. "You've got to be kidding me! You actually said yes?"

Wyatt shrugged, looking exhausted already. "She made good points and besides, we need the help and a witch could come in handy."

"Her magic might not even work up there! Those celestial bastards will see right through it!" Anastasia snapped.

Jenny smirked. "How would you know? Oh that's right, you dont."

Anastasia's hands clenched into fists. "You little—"

Wyatt raised a hand. "Enough." He turned back to Jenny. "Just so you know, I'm not taking responsibility. Matt is so if you are hurt, your father can take it up with him!"

"Oh, come on dad! The guy already hates my damn guts!" Matt frowned, folding his arms, momentarily glaring at Jenny then back at his father.

Wyatt lifts his one eyebrow at Jenny and smirked. "Unless you want my son to be chased with an wand and turned into a frog, don't die."

Jenny grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it."

And with that, she turned on her heel and strolled out, but not before giving Matt a brief kiss on the lips and throwing him a wink. "See you boys in a few days."

Anastasia was still fuming. Matt, however, just crossed his arms and sulked at the thought he might turn into a frog if Jenny cant look after herself. "Well, this trip just got a whole lot more... interesting."