"You still haven’t found her?” Forrest asked, as he was getting his tie tied by Kiara.“My men are doing everything they can, just as much as yours are. Unfortunately, it’s like she disappeared from the face of the earth,” she informed, finishing her work on her mate’s tie.Her response did not please Forrest one bit. If anything, it brought down much of his mood, as it had been lately.A few months passed since the call he made to the McGuire’s, and learned what became of Christen. Since then, Kiara had sent her pack wolves who have already blended in with the humans to try and find the missing human. Thankfully, Kiara still had the handmade handkerchief Christen once made for Forrest on her person, finding it too valuable in its own way to toss away. Sadly, in the time that passed, Christen’s scent on it had been fading away, making it far too difficult for the wolves to get a good whiff on it, and properly search for the missing human. Even Forrest, who had used some of his time t
As soon as he sniffed out Christen’s scent amongst the many people in the party, Forrest’s mood had changed drastically. Something in which only Kiara took notice of, since everyone else was far too busy trying to get either his or her favor in business assistance.Once they finally got a bit of time away from the people, getting a bit of refreshments for themselves, Kiara turned to Forrest. “Is something wrong, Forrest? You seem a bit off since we entered.”“I smelled her,” Forrest bluntly answered, to her slight surprise. “‘Her’? Do you mean…?”“I smell her, but I don’t see her. I’m looked around- even tried to use my nose to locate her- but I can’t find her anywhere.”This confused Kiara so. How could a werewolf smell someone out, but can’t see them? It was not as though this was a masquerade party, and there were not that many people in here to not notice anyone who may be out of place. Why, even the servers look nicely dressed and noticeable. So how was it possible that they can
It was strange enough for Forrest to sniff out Christen's scent when the human herself was not present at the party. It was stranger for him to get the scent from another person. Moreover, it was far from faint, as it smelled quite recent.‘He must know where Christen is,’ was the only thing that went in Forrest’s mind as he tailed the guy, wanting to ask questions about his relationship with his ex-wife. Demand to see her, if need be.‘Forrest, where are you? I lost you for a second,’ came Kiara’s voice, directly in his head.‘I found a lead to Christen,’ he bluntly explained, to her surprise.'Wait, really? You found her?'‘No. I found a lead to her. Someone who must've been with her recently.’ Forrest raised a brow then, upon seeing the said lead walk out the doors. ‘And that someone is leaving the party.’'Leaving? Are you sure?'In a business party- or any sort of corporate event- it would fairly rude if a guest left before even the host would show themselves. If it were an emerg
Forrest rushed through the dark night as quickly and quietly as he could, tailing his target. After he informed Kiara of the person who had Christen’s scent, he was both surprised and angered to learn exactly who this man was. ‘Surprised’ for he did not expect the man who held his ex-wife’s scent to be that disgusting man. ‘Angered’ for if Christen was with him, it was possible that this guy may have done something to her. Something that may break her even more, assuming if there was any more of her that can be broken…If he would dare even think it, the thought of Christen getting hurt worried him so. He may not have any right to have such feeling, given that he was the one who pushed her away, but it was because of that- because of him- that her life got worse. And she was made a target of a playboy. No… someone even worse, if this man caught Kiara’s attention in a negative perspective.‘Christen… She better be safe,’ he prayed.As he kept following his target, to Forrest’s confusio
Forrest did not think his surprise would grow any further than it had. Getting a clue on Christen’s whereabouts- a lead to her, to be exact- was one matter. But for it to actually lead him to her whereabouts? And so soon?! No, more importantly…‘Why would Christen be in a bar of all places?’ Forrest wondered, as he looked around the room. Like back at the restaurant, though, no matter where he looked in the bar, he couldn’t find Christen anywhere. Her scent was in here, no doubt about that. But where was the human herself?“Can I help you, good sir?” Forrest turned to the voice that called out to him, where he saw an elderly human cleaning a glass at the counter. “Yes, I’m looking for someone,” he answered carefully. “Oh? Who exactly?”Forrest took a moment to think over his options. This man must be a bartender, for one thing. As such, he must know the names and faces of the people who work in this tavern. Likewise, there was a possibility that he would not tell him a word of Chri
Out of all things Forrest had expected- they being a man of hidden wealth or power, surrounded by either riches, weapons, and/or women, while at the same time also having a very lazy deposition in some way- he did not expect the scent that left the room as soon as the bartender opened the door just a crack.“S-Sir. I brought along a guest,” he stuttered out.“A guest? I don’t think I remember an appointment having been made for today, do you?” a voice within had stated. “He had been incredibly insistent on seeing you. Or rather, see one of our regulars and employees.”“And what? You didn’t think about simply sending him away? A customer who is not here to buy anything is no customer at all. I thought you’d know that, Benjamin.”“Likewise, I think you’d know better than to keep said man waiting,” Forrest decided to speak up then, indirectly saving the bartender from whatever fate he would’ve gotten. “Also, perhaps you should at least ask your own employee who it is who is waiting to s
Forrest raised a brow at the demand. His ex-fiance? Thief? “What are you talking about?” he questioned.“Playing stupid, are we? You can’t tell me your mate didn’t tell you about me,” Damien accused.The fact that he said ‘mate’ instead of ‘wife’ or ‘girlfriend’ or even ‘fiancé’ sent an alarm in Forrest’s head. “Are you talking about Kiara? Why would she know you?”“I believe I said it before, did I not?” Damien asked back. “Your mate is my fiancé.”The revelation took Forrest by surprise. “Your ex-fiance? What are you talking about?”The question made Damien sigh. “Oh, come now. Surely you didn’t think Kiara would stay waiting for you to fulfill your promise all these years, did you? Or at least, her father didn’t. How could he? For after all… You are nothing but a mere Beta. And yet, you think you had what it takes to receive the love and attention of an Alpha werewolf?”Forrest held back a grimace at the mockery. As he was a Beta werewolf- a werewolf ranked lower than an Alpha- he
The shock Damien had over the news he heard regarding the cops that arrived got replaced by rage over how arrogant Forrest sounded.“You damn Beta bastard… What the hell did you do?!” he demanded.“Isn’t it obvious? I had my mate contact the agents and send them here for backup. And the police, as well,” Forrest calmly explained. “The ‘cops’ your boys speak of must be Kiara’s men. I did make it clear to contact those humans a little later. Seems that’s the right choice, if you have some werewolves hiding in here.”The explanation was really starting to piss Damien off, if he wasn’t already. How dare this Beta sound cocky in his presence? All because he got him by surprise! And he was going to pay.“You think a Beta like you has any right to stand against me? An Alpha! Don’t screw with me!” he shouted, getting up from his seat and shifted into his werewolf form.Or so he was about to shift, when a fist suddenly collided against his face, and sent him back down to his seat, and tumbled
"What do you mean ‘you don’t know what’s wrong with her’?” Fenris demanded the healers, after spending hours watching them do their jobs, constantly checking Christen’s condition and comparing notes with one another, and even overheard them coming up with various theories as to what became of her. Theories shot down but the other healers.“Exactly as we mean it, Alpha. We checked over as many things as we could, and even took blood samples to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, as far as we could tell, there was nothing wrong with her at all,” one of the healers explained.“‘Nothing wrong with her’ would mean that she would have no problem with waking up. Yet, she hasn’t so much as respond to our call to her one bit. You cannot be telling me that this is all nothing,” he demanded. “Check her again. Use every method you can think of to find out what is wrong with her. Try to get her to wake. And if I see so much as a scratch on her, I will hold all of you accountable. Is th
Fenris ran in the snow in his werewolf form on all fours at full speed like his life depended on it. Desperate to get to his house in the Diamante-Krawler Pack as quickly as he could. Only it was not his life that needed the saving, but Christen’s, who was strapped to his back with the blanket. Body practically limp on him.“You’re going to be just fine, Christen! I promise you, you’re going to be okay!” he shouted to her, not receiving any response from her at all.‘How could this have happened?! Right after I promise her!’ he frantically questioned. That indeed. How could it be possible? He had just woken up from the nap he was having with her, feeling refreshed, and wanted to make some light meal to have with her. By the time he woke, she was still asleep, not that it bothered him. And since her body was warm- a sign that she was still alive- Fenris just thought to let her sleep peacefully a little longer while he was getting lunch ready for them. While her appetite may not drasti
Fenris was shocked enough with everything he had found out that involved Christen. The way she so nonchalantly accused him of being like the other guys who toyed her really took the cake. “I would never play you like they did!” he exclaimed.Christen was unfazed by the shout, though, as she shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not human like my customers are; maybe you have a different preference in games, too. And now that you’re married, maybe this game you’re playing is one that your wife would be okay with. So long as it ends with my blood being spilled or something.”Shell shocked, Fenris did not know what to think or say about this. “How could you have so little view of yourself? Of me?” he could only ask.“Like I said. It wouldn’t matter what I say. Not to anyone else. Only Christian- my own son- cared, but now he’s gone. With a much better family, who would give him more than I ever could.”“You really think I don’t care? When I saved you from death, cared for you,
Fenris did not know what to think at this point, when he saw Christen crying for her son’s leave. Not out of sadness or desperation for him to come back, but accepting the leave? Accepting that he was happier with another family? But what about him? When he didn’t even know he had a son until now? Not that it was her fault, he supposed…“So… That was our- uh… ‘Your’ son I saw?” he asked.“Yes. And he’s happier with another family,” Christen answered, not daring to look at him, as she only sat on the bed, hugging her legs close to her, with the blanket wrapped around her body.Running a hand across his face in an attempt to calm himself down from this revelation, he asked, “And you know that. How?”“Because I was with him at the time.” The response confused Fenris. She was with Christian when he was with his new family? He had thought that once a child is given to another family, the original would not be allowed to see the kid. Then again, it was not as though she lost custody over hi
Fenris was shocked enough when Christen responded to him, then when she wanted him out of her life- when she wanted to have no further involvement in anything at all- but that last one? That one claim she made in her plea? Did he even hear her right?“Baby? What baby?” he asked, kneeling down to her side. As he was about to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, before he could even touch the blanket, Christen toppled over a bit, leaning against the door, with the blanket falling off her body. To his shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and all other words he could think of to describe the sight before him… Her belly was swelling. No, not ‘swelling’. “Pregnant… You were pregnant?” he asked her, looking to his mate and notice how pale she seemed. While he was no doctor, nor did he know much about pregnancy for human females, he could tell that it was not a good sign for the mother. Just as he was about to comfort her, the scene changed again. Not really the scene itself, as it was mo
It took a while for Christen to calm down. Unlike the last time she had a panic attack, she was still awake. Just huddled against the corner with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were red and puffy from the frightful crying, and seemed very distant.Fenris walked to her, a cup of tea in hand. “Here. Something to warm you up,” he offered.Christen did not take the offering, much less acknowledge it. Her mind wondering around to other matters.Fenris did not know what to think or say now, as he licked his dry lips. He sat down by her with a light sigh, and brought his tail to her, hoping she would at least react to it. Even then, there was nothing. Fenris was at a loss. Why was his mate refusing to answer now? Was taking her out really that bad an idea? Then again, she was hesitant on coming out earlier.“Did you have some bad experience being outside? Maybe a kidnapping or something?” he asked. A question that was left unanswered, considering how unresponsive Christen h
"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
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.
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