With that warning he gave the three werewolves, Finral undid his Alpha Authority on them, lightening the air around his kin. All three let out relieved sighs, confusing Christen even more, as she- a human- did not feel the Authority being used."Now then, here is what I strongly suggest you three do. You will go about your day as normal. Otto, Scar, that means you two are done with this mission. Clearly, I cannot trust you two to treat her as you should any other guest,” he continued."With all due respect, Advisor, the Alpha ordered us to keep an eye on her,” Scar remarked.“Then you can explain to him why you aren’t watching over her, should he ask about it. As for you, Fatima, as I had mentioned, you are already on thin ice as is. Even if my son is cursed and this young lady does turn out to not be his mate, do not ever mistake that as to mean you are free to do as you please. There are actions that can break the Merge just as easily as anything else. Some of your own Advisors are
Fenris ran as fast as he could in his wolf form through the woods. Not in any woods in the human world, but that in his original home, the werewolf world. After he was contacted by Scar about securing Christen and bringing her to this world, he rushed though a multitude of his work in LLC- about a few weeks’ worth- and took some time off. A long vacation, to be exact.‘About damn time that two took acton. Why couldn’t they bring her here earlier?’ he wondered, slightly annoyed by the time it took. Not as annoyed as one other thing. The one thing he had been trying to either forget or make sense of. ‘Christen… Did She really cheat on me? Did she really sleep with other men?'That had been on his mind for these past several days, ever since his visit to Damien. While he no longer believes in the stuff that comes out of the conniving werewolf’s mouth, when the werewolves at the station confirmed his bit about Christen having sex with other men, he didn’t knew what to think. He thought s
Fenris sat by Christen’s beside, watching the human as she slept. This was not the first time he had watched her sleep, having let her nap a few times during their meetings, letting her use his lap as a pillow. And each time he watched he sleeping face- a face that used to be relaxed- he would always feel at ease. Knowing that the person he loves is at peace.This time? It was different. Her sleeping face was no longer anything peaceful, as it was now filled with terror. Her brows furrowed, face was pale, and he could even hear bits of whimpering from her. While the multiple scents on her did bother him greatly, it didn’t bother him as much as the expression she was having now, or the one she had before. When she screamed looking at his face.‘Christen... What happened to you? Why did you react that way to me?' he wondered. 'If it was guilt for cheating on me, I guess I would understand. But that reaction was far too much to be that.’ He ran a hand across his face in wonder. ‘Did I no
The sound of wind blowing brought Christen back from her forced slumber, as she opened her eyes to the darkness of night. Her mind raced, as she tried to recall what happened to her last.‘I was knocked out again, wasn’t I?’ she guessed, reaching a hand up to her head. ‘But why? Last I remember-‘ She stopped herself, eyes gone wide and face paled, upon recalling what occurred before she had blacked out. Mainly, when the door to the room opened, and he stood there. She slowly looked around the room, hoping he wasn’t in, or that the figure she saw was not actually him. Sadly, as she turned to the door on her left, there he sat. On a chair, with his arms crossed, and head limped down, breathing slowly in deep sleep.Seeing his face again after so long, Christen was both frightened and relieved to see him. The fright from the fact that she was seeing the one man she never wanted to see again, who gave her false hope in the worst way possible. Played with her heart in a way she didn't wan
Fenris was just in the bathroom, using the toilet as any person would. When he heard a strange sound, he didn’t think much of it; only assumed it to be the snowstorm outside. Until after he flushed and proceeded to wash his hands, when he heard something open from his room. After a quick rinse, Fenris barged out the bathroom to his room, where he found his mate out of bed, in the balcony.“CHRISTEN!”He ran as fast as he could to her, reaching a hand out to grab her, pull her away from the ledge, only to come short, as Christen jumped, falling to the ground below."Christen!" he cried out once more, just as the wind blew stronger. He wanted to jump down after her, but chose against it. For one thing, he could accidentally land on her. Worse, frighten her once he lands unscathed from the high jump, or recover fast from it.‘I don’t want to scare her,’ he thought, turning away from the ledge, and froze. ‘I don’t want to scare her… But I also don’t want to lose her!’ At that thought, he
Fenris searched desperately, even with the mate bond guiding him, but no matter where he looked or how hard he looked, he still couldn’t find Christen. It didn’t help that the storm was greatly being a hindrance to his already dulled senses. He could barely see the trees, barely smell anything out here, and with the wind blowing, not only was it hard for him to hear much of anything else…"Christen! Where are you?! Answer me if you can hear me!” He wasn’t even sure if his own voice could be heard through it. Heck, he could barely hear it himself in this storm. If he couldn’t hear himself, the possibility of Christen being able to hear him was quite low.‘Damn it. Come on, bond! Aren’t you supposed to help me find her?' he mentally questioned, having a difficult time making the pulse work for him. ‘I swear, if it tells me she's somewhere behind me or made another turn somewhere, I will definitely be questioning this feeling.’For a while during the search, Fenris thought he would find
Fenris was not having a good time. Not one bit. He was starting to feel a bit cold from the snowstorm. And if he was feeling cold, there was no doubt that Christen was. To save her from the cold, he had to find her, and fast.As much as he would like to do that, though, the mate bond- the one thing that was supposed to lead him to her the moment he wanted to find her- was not working as it should have. And his father’s suggested reason for it was really putting him in a sour mood.‘Are you trying to start something?’ he questioned with a growl.‘It’s called a possibility,’ Finral corrected, well aware of the ire his son was feeling. ‘Look, Fenris. I know it may not be what you want to hear, but it is still something you need to consider. Especially, given the multiple scents on her.’Fenris gritted his teeth when he pointed that out, knowing full well how true that may be. Still, he did not want to consider the thought. At least not until he hears the full story from Christen. 'Any ot
It took a bit of searching, but Fenris managed to find the cabin his father spoke of. As soon as he caught sight of it, Fenris didn’t waste another second and barged into the place, hastily setting his mate somewhere comfortable. That being the soft rug on the floor, for now. He then quickly searched around the shack for anything to warm her up, and thankfully found some furred blankets that he wrapped around her cold body. Once he had her all nice and snug, with the door and windows secured, he turned to the fireplace, which had some firewood right next to it, and got a good fire going.‘Alright. That should do the trick,' he thought, getting himself nicely warmed up by the fire as well. While his fur did help somewhat against the cold, he did still feel it a bit chilly out there with the terrible storm brewing. It didn't help that he did shift into his human form for a bit when he dug Christen out of the snow earlier. The form most vulnerable to the cold.Fenris turned his attention