Fenris's eyes widened at the woman’s comment. What did she say about his mate? About her own child?! No, that was assuming if they truly are related, considering how they look nothing alike.The woman looked to Christen with much disdain in her eyes. “As for you… Shame on you. I thought you could at least do this much, if you fail at everything else. And yet this you can’t even do? The shame that you bring to your own family. How disappointing.”“S-sorry, Mommy,” Christen stuttered."Don't call me your ‘mother’!” she shouted, to Fenris’s shock. “Now make yourself useful like a failure you are, and clean this place. Top to bottom.”How could a mother say that to her own child in that manner? Because they didn’t look alike? That was far too pretty a reason to act that way.And the worst part? Christen- a child she was at the time, being looked down on by her own family- could not say any word of defiance towards them.‘Useless…’Before he could even attempt to comfort his mate’s child s
Meanwhile, back in Fenris’s mansion in the Diamante-Krawler Pack, while everyone was fast asleep for the night- save for some night guards patrolling around the perimeter- in one room there, Fatima was with a guest. That being none other than the leader of the small werewolf park that confronted Fenris earlier today.“You better be bringing me good news, Craig. I have been sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for this news to come,” Fatima said.“As I’m sure you are, Alpha,” Craig grumbled.Fatima noticed the discontent in his tone and questioned, “Craig, why the long face? Sure, we may have had a few injured, but would it matter? When not only would their injuries heal fast, but dear old Fenris will be the one to fall? After all, even if this incident does come back around to me, I only asked for you and your friends to go and see him and the human. It will be Fenris’s own fault for taking it the wrong way and hurting you all.”“And if it won’t?” Craig asked, to her confusion. “Wh
The next day, Fenris awoke to the sun hitting his face. He brought his arm over his eyes to block out the light, slowly stretching his limbs to get the leftover sleep out of his system.‘A new day, huh. Here’s to hoping for good things to happen,’ he hoped.Fenris glanced to the side, where he found Christen with her back turned to him, still asleep. Going by her breathing, from what he could tell, she seemed to be out of her nightmare now. Though for all he knew, it could just be his wishful thinking. Still, he did hope that was the case with her. He caught the faint sound of birds chirping outside and looked out the window, where he could see a pair at a nest. One look at their lively attitude, and he could feel his instincts acting up, with his mouth watering.‘It does feel like it’s been a while since I last hunted,’ he realized, getting up to his feet, when he felt a slight chill. He looked down on himself, and saw that he had at some point shifted back into his human form in hi
Once Fenris returned from his hunt, things were oddly silent in the cabin. To him, that is. Upon his return, Christen was awake and cleaning, but there was something about her that seemed off.For one thing, when he returned, she took a pause in her cleaning and turned to him. Giving him her full attention before bowing to him. At first he was confused by the act, before recalling how, in the human world, servants would often greet their masters upon their return home. Of course, he told her she did not need to do such, but with how silent she had become, it was hard for him to tell if she truly will not greet him like that the next time he comes back from somewhere.As for the other thing that bothered him about her at the moment… Her smile. The sweet smile she usually had whenever she looked at him back in the human world? While Christen was smiling at him, it was not with that usual smile. If anything, the way she smiled at him felt fake. Not in a way where she was hiding something
After he finished breakfast and cleaning dishes, Fenris took his spot down on the floor right by his mate. Earlier as he was cleaning, he couldn’t help wondering exactly what the girl would be dreaming about. If it was something relating to breakfast, he hoped it was a good memory. Surely nothing bad comes from having eggs in the morning.‘At least, I hope she doesn’t have any bad experience with eggs outside of cooking or eating them,’ he thought, staring at her sleeping face. So far, from what he could see, the girl has yet to reach any sort of bad memories. A good sign for him. ‘Okay. Time to check things out.’He reached an arm out, gently grabbing his mate and pulled her closer to him. As he was about to rest his head on top of Christen’s, however, he suddenly felt something push him, as Christen snapped her eyes open, staring at him with constricted eyes, to his surprise.“You were awake?” he muttered in question. He was unsure if it was that she had been awake the whole time or
Back in Fenris's house, in the Diamanté-Krawler Pack, things have gotten quite troubling for the Advisors. “This is the last time we have let your daughter get any sort of freedom, Winston. Not once did she get in the way of another werewolf’s mate bond, but twice. Nay, THRICE, if you include her meeting with Alpha Fenris’s mate the other day!” a male elderly Advisor from the Diamante Pack scolded.“But Allister, this ‘mate’ Fenris claims to be with is human. How do we know for certain of that person if his mate? And furthermore, let’s not forget that the boy is cursed. His senses dulled to the point that they have become equal to that of a human’s senses. Who is to say that he is not mistaken in what he feels?” Winston reasoned. “He’s not wrong,” a male Advisor of the Krawler agreed. “While those of us amongst the Krawler know little of this curse your Alpha has, as the people who have watched over him, you should have some idea of the curse. Better than we do, at least. That being
When Finral confirmed his son’s bond’s legitimacy, the other werewolves looked on in interest with what the evidence was. “Everyone here tell me first. Has there ever been a time when a werewolf has ever linked their mind to a human in any way?” he began.There were some murmurs at the question, all with uncertain expressions. There were even some who wanted to think that the man was about to talk nonsense- especially from the Krawlers, namely Winston- but could see from the tone and expression that Finral was quite serious in the topic. “My son is able to do that with the human. Linking his mind to her’s when asleep.”The moment the explanation left Finral’s mouth, Winston brushed off the claim. “In other words, the boy was doing nothing dreaming, as are you. And yet it is my and my daughter’s positions that are called to question? If this is dreams we’re talking about, I’m sure many of us here has had plenty of dreams where there are other people included. Loved ones or otherwise.
"Okay, I think that’s enough combing now,” Fenris said to Christen, having endured the gentle grooming long enough, as he moved his tail out of his mate’s hold. He could sense the small dismay his beloved was feeling, but for once, chose to ignore it. For he knew for certain he would not be able to handle any more of that touch if he continued to let Christen continue.He glanced behind him, wondering if his mate’s mood has improved after all that combing. While she did have a small frown on her face, he could see that it was not from the earlier experience; just the loss of his tail. The moment she noticed him looking, however, the frown turned into a slightly frightened, hesitating expression. “As I said, this will be a part of your job,” he reminded her. “I have you cleaning the cabin, it will become too sparkling bright as a hideout. If you do feel restless not having anything else to do, you can comb my tail. In fact, I will even allow you to cook, if you so wish. It gets tireso