“Mate.”
You glance up and see Fenrir striding toward you. You smile, happy to see him again. It’s been almost over a week.
“Fenrir,” you say as you walk over and the two of you touch foreheads as has become your custom.
“It’s been a while,” you say, not wanting to sound needy. “Why have you stayed away?”
“I have been trying to help Gregory by speaking with the other wolves. We are all in agreeance that this madness must end now. We don’t want our mates in danger.”
You nod, “I agree. We don’t want our mates in danger either. Strong or not, you can still get hurt and that frightens us.”
He lies down by the edge of the water, staring at your reflection. “I have heard things from other the other wolves. Not good things.” He lifts his head to look directly at you. “You must prom
