As Scar continued to drag Otto away from the scene, the latter’s struggle refused to cease, as he tried to get his fellow werewolf’s hands off of him. It was only after the pair were deep in an alley that Scar finally released his hold on him."What were you trying to do, suffocate me to death?!” he demanded. "Our target was right there!""Under the protection of another werewolf," Scar added. "And not just any werewolf, but an Alpha, in case if your senses has gone dull these past several days of searching in this world.”Otto waved off at the warning. "Bah, like that werewolf was anyone we should be worried about. Or have you forgotten her powerful our own Alpha was? Had you just mentioned his name, and it was sure to get that damn female running.“ Once he said that, he then placed his hand on his chin in thought. “In fact, now that I think about it, I probably should’ve done that with that human, too. Then again, with all those other scents on her, I doubt she would even remember h
Scar entered the room upon permission, where he saw Alpha Fenris sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork. The second he walked in, Fenris let out a sigh, as he set down some documents he was reading."This has better be good, Scar,” he warned. "I am giving you but one change to explain yourself. Tell me why you and Otto failed to bring my mate here. Assuming if you really did find her as you claim, that is.”‘Straight to the point,' Scar thought, for he had a feeling his Alpha would want to talk about that the moment he was in his presence."There were some complications on the matter,” he began. “To start Otto may have gone a bit… ‘rough' on her.”“‘Rough’ how?” Fenris questioned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion with a low growl. “I promise you now, Scar, if there is so much of even a little scratch on her-““She’s not hurt. Probably a bit shaken, but Otto didn’t hurt her,” Scar hastily interrupted. “He may have laid a hand on her during it encounter, but she is fine.”Fenri
"That happened?" Forrest asked Kiara, who had told him of the everts that occurred earlier today with Christen. Specifically about a pair of werewolves apparently after her."Believe it or not, yes," she confirmed. "I managed to get them to leave, but there's no telling if those two will come back for her. Nor if their Alpha will cease his search for her.”"Did they ever say why the Alpha wanted Christen?” Forrest asked, getting a head shake from his mate.“No, but if a werewolf want a human that badly, it is rarely for a good reason.“When Kiara puts it that way, it did raise much concern to Forrest. He may be one to talk about having some obsession over finding a human, but only because he wanted to make things right with Christen after he made her life worsen. Still…‘Back when Kiara and I were looking for Christen, we had our park mates help search for her, even though they didn’t have any particular positive thoughts on humans. Was it possible that…?' Forrest shook his head then.
Christen was resting in her room, thinking about what happened today. It was supposed to be a normal shopping trip, as it had been the past few days. Then suddenly Kiara came by wanting to spend time with her- interrogate her, actually, about her treatment to Christian, or lack thereof- and a pair of guys came and nearly abducted her in broad daylight.The way those two men- mainly Otto- treated her, as well as the indifferent gaze the people around them had to her situation. They all had quite the effect on Christen. What with how they reminded her of her childhood, and her place in the would. If she even had a place here.‘Kiara... Why did she even bother helping me?' she wondered. ‘Without me in the picture, it would’ve been easier for her to have Christian as her son.’No matter how much she thought about it, there was nothing that could’ve benefited Kiara in keeping her around. Not as much as it would in getting her out of the house, as the other servants would want."Why have yo
Before any further action was taken, though, knocks were heard at her door, spooking her with how frantic it sounded. Next thing she knew, the door practically slammed open, and a familiar small figure barged into the room and jumped onto her bed.“Momma!” Christian cried out, wrapping his small arms around her a best as he could, to her surprise.“Christian?! What's wrong?" Christen asked him."I get bored and wanted see you! Can we finally do something together? Please?”Christen was taken aback by the sudden plea. Especially as her san looked up at her with a teary, begging expression. For a moment, the negative feeling she was having dissipated away. Like Christian, she also wanted to play with him.However, she couldn’t help feeling hesitant. Not solely because of her prior fear at getting too attached to him, as it was more along the lines of outside her room. Where a pair of servants stood right out the door, watching the pair. Rather, glaring at her.‘Again?’ she wondered. ‘Ag
In the lounge room, Forrest and Kiara were just about ready to call for a meeting amongst the wolves in their house, when they heard a cry.“Do you hear that?” Forrest asked.“Is that… Christian?” Kiara wondered.Next the pair knew, a commotion was being heard throughout the house, concerning them greatly. They briefly turned to one another, noticing the worry on the other’s face, and rushed out the room. “Kill her!”“Get that human out of here!”“She don’t belong here!”Upon hearing those shouts, chills rose up in their spines, as they hasten their movement straight to the source. The source that turned out to be surrounded by the rest of their shouting pack mates.“HEY!” Kiara shouted, activating her Alpha Authority to silence the werewolves in an instant. “What the hell is going on here?!”Forrest looked past the many servants and widened his eyes to see the source behind this apparent madness. “Christen!” He pushed past his pack mates and rushed to the human’s aid. She who had be
"I don't care if you all have a dislike towards human. What you did to that one human was far too much. Would anyone care to explain what happened in full?” Kiara demanded her people.The group gathered in the dining room- the one place in the whole mansion that can hold all the werewolves there. Kiara was sitting at the head of the table, keeping her Alpha Authority on to keep her people in place.“I-it’s just… She’s a mere human!” one werewolf spoke up, only to have more pressure be placed onto her by Kiara, who was unamused by the excuse given.“I know I said I don’t care of your dislike towards them. You think you’ll get away with this by stating you can since this is a human we’re dealing with?” she questioned. “Though humans can be cruel to their own, they are not savages. I thought we werewolves are the loyal and just ones, but what you did to one human… You may as well walk to their leader’s doorsteps and confirm the humans’ view about our kind. That we are nothing more than m
Elsewhere, Fenris was driving along the dark streets. Heading straight to the prison house. While he had claimed he would be seeing one certain individual tomorrow, after what he heard from Scar?There was no waiting; he had to see the individual now, and hear what happened to Christen while he was away. Hear what the bastard did to her while he was gone.‘There's no way she actually slept with other men,’ he thought, silently raging at the thought. ‘That mutt. What the hell did he do to her while I was gone?!'Contrary to what Scar tired to make Fenris believe, he knew Christen. He knew she was not the sort of woman who would just go and offer herself to any man like a slut would. Why, the first time they met, she was a frightened little thing. Unwilling to open herself up to him. Be it in body or in soul.He could never forget that day. The tug he had been feeling- in which he later found out was the mate bond, the bond he was to have with the person fated to be his mate- led him st
"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