Fenris soon awakened himself by the end of that scene. He did not want to witness what was going to happen next in that dream. Not how Damien was going to make Christen forget about him, or their time together.He lied on the floor, running a hand over his face in slight exhaustion. ‘So that’s why she reacted that way towards me,’ he thought.There he was, trying to understand why his mate was so frightened of him when they met last- with him as a human. Thanks to that dream, he now knew exactly why, she reacted that way. With how she had lost hope the first time around, after what happened with her ex-husband, being told about his own marriage to Fatima? After he proposed to her and confessed his feelings towards her? With the promise that he would free her from Damien's hold? It must have destroyed her.‘It was hard enough, getting her to open up to me the first time. Now this? I don’t even know if I can help her this time,’ Fenris solemnly thought, for now displaying any sort of ki
After dealing with Fatima’s men, Fenris went back inside the cabin and got to work on a dish. As he got cooking, he glanced back at Christen. Her previously trembling body had already calmed down at some point, but she still wasn’t waking up just yet. As he watched her sleep, he kept wondering how he was going to get his mate to trust him again. ‘I suppose I can act neutral around her. Pretend to not care as I help her heart heal,’ he considered. ‘Showing her kindness would only hurt her. If I were to keep her at arm’s distance, it should be okay. I hope.’His eyes widened when he saw her slowly open her eyes, having finally awakened from her sleep. He gave her a bit of time to take in her surroundings, before speaking up.“You’re awake, I see,” he spoke, getting her attention, as she turned to the fireplace, where he was working on the soup. “Good. Then I’m not make this for nothing. After I saved you from death, I would be damned if I had let you die on me.”Christen only nodded in
Once they were done with dinner, with the pots and bowls all washed, Christen and Fenris sat by the fireplace in silence. An awkward silence, especially for Fenris, who watched his mate stare at the fire sparks.‘So yeah… What am I supposed to do in this case?’ he wondered.Unlike the human world, the werewolf world is quite being in technology. Even if he does transport things such as television or video games here, that would be useless, as electricity has yet to make itself known as a source here. Gaining that from the city was one matter, but in an area filled with nature? He did not know where to start with that. Not only that, but as this was a cabin solely made as a lookout spot or a checkpoint area to the Krawler werewolves stationed at the site, there was barely anything that can be used to pass time here. No books, no board games, not even a deck of cards to play with.‘Damn it. I did not think this far,’ he thought, feeling a bit discouraged by the awareness. ‘I want to be
Fenris made the right choice, leaving all the cleaning to Christen. Not only did the cabin look far better than before his attempt to clean, Christen seemed a little better as well. She wasn’t all smiles and rainbows, but the fact that she put in the effort to do something without being set off in any way made him happy.There were a few times when she took a pause between her work, seemingly in thought about something, but he managed to snap her out of it. Nothing difficult, just made bits of comments on her cleaning or if she had gotten tired.… And that he would take over for her if she wanted to rest. The last one most especially got her moving. Was he offended by that? Just a bit. Sure, he understood how little ‘skill’ he had in the area, or lack thereof. But it still did hurt him a bit."Huh. You did better than I thought," he stated, prompting her to blush at the compliment, though only a bit. “I suppose there is some worth in saving your life, after all. It would be nice to be
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
"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