Diamonds for Tears

A dorme is a bad sign

A dorme is a child of the night, they are very rare and powerful. A dorme comes from one demon parent and one fae. Demons and faes do not mix, which is why their children are rare.

Matteo

I am with Santo in our interrogation room. Maybe you were expecting a dungeon, at least that is what others have told me they expected. But come on, it is 2020. We should at least consider more modern ways.

Before my parents died, we tried to catch up with war technology. So, after a few failed attempts to find a company that could help us. We managed to get information and make our own company, and now we provide intelligence and equipment for other packs.

Our interrogation room is state of the art. The building is a short walk from the pack house, connected with underground tunnels, there are plenty of rooms at semi-basement level, soundproof, airtight, almost like a bunker. I can say that I am very proud of my parents, it is their plan, they designed it.

„Santo, bring our captive to the interrogation room.” I have no time to be polite.

I am not known to being polite. Everyone knows me for being ruthless, a killer. It has to do with the fact that I am connected with my wolf so much that sometimes we share at the same time, one eye is blue and the other is gold, and this is very rare for wolfs. We usually have separate times to share the same body, the wolf spirit does not link with the human one.

„What is your name?”

„That is not important. I do not care what you do to me. My life is not my own. I came here just to deliver a message to you.”

„Who sent you?”

„He said he was your friend and that there is no need to tell you because you know.”

„Tell me the message.”

„My dear friend. I know your mate is a wolf-whisperer. Faith has it that she is also my mate and I do not share!”

I left the room with anger seeping through my skin. As soon as I was out the door, I could hear Santo running after me. But I was lost. I shifted in Daemon. I needed to run and let loose, calm myself.

Rose

After I finished everything in the kitchen, I felt something was off. So, I decided to go for a walk. Maybe it will make me feel better.

Today is so nice, it would be a shame to waste it without a walk in the forest, or a little picnic by the lake.

I took my sandwiches and headed to the little lake. It was about 15-minute walk from the pack house. I started thinking about Matteo, about everything. Good thing is that I took with me a book Matteo gave me about wolf shifters.

The walk to the lake is wonderful. The trees are tall and protect you from the hard sun, well it is summer. The smell of pine tree, or redwood, I can never tell them apart. But this is not a problem because I love their smell just the same. Maybe, if I am lucky, I might find some berry-bushes.

It took me some time to get there because I get distracted like a lot.

Near the lake there is a sleeping wolf. The only thing my body does is freeze. I do not know who it is from this distance. Where is my overprotective mate when I need him? I promise goddess if you help me I will never argue about Matteo being overprotective, like ever.

My luck that day has it that a trip over the root of a large tree and fall flat on my face, on the ground. I am sure the wolf heard me now. I am such a thwart.

The wolf did not growl. His head was low, a sign of submission. Maybe he knew who I was, smelled Matteo on me because he scented me earlier today.

„Good wolf! Can you shift? I did not want to disturb you. I can leave if you want. Or we can share some sandwiches.”

The large black wolf sneezed and muzzled under my arm.

„Do you want me to go with you?”

He sneezed again. Maybe he does want me to follow him. This would be much easier if he just shifted. And that is when it hit me that he will be naked. Maybe that is why he doesn’t want to shift.

I grabbed a large chunk of his fur and let him lead me to where he wanted.

This is weird, why do I trust these big wolves. I do not know. But I do feel connected with them because in some part I can sense their feelings. And this wolf was sad, worried …

He led me to the lake, I placed the blanket, opened my backpack and took the sandwiches out.

„I have plenty. See? Here. Have one. It is good, made it myself.”

But the black wolf just looked at me. His golden eyes. Wait a second …

„Daemon?”

I think it is him because as a response he whimpered and just cuddles next to me and started eating the sandwich.

„Is Matteo ok?”

But I did not get to hear anything because the soft snoring came from my big black wolf. He was so exhausted he fell asleep.

I guess this is romantic. If you have a weird sense of romantic like me.

The lake is beautiful, calming. My mate next to me.

What more can I ask?