My fair(y) wolf

Gawains POV

What a restless night. I was so glad I could cuddle up to my beautiful werewolf mate, Elizabeth, when I woke up from my unsettling dreams. I dream about my people a lot. My people who banished me. And now I am here, pretending to be a werewolf. Thank deity (or moon goddess, when in Rome, or rather, in the packvillage, do like…)

Everything because of my mate, my wife, the mother of my children.

I am just glad I have her. And our children. Pat always did fine as a werewolf. He is a good fighter (something our peoples have in common, though the fighting styles are vastly different). He was even able to rise in the pack and become an official.

Anne though… Anne reminds me a lot of my people. She never seems to fit in here properly, there is far too much of my people in her, though she really is a werewolf.

It hurts me so much when I see her struggle. It is a lot harder for her than for me, because she does not know she actually is different. She seems happy enough now in medical training, but I think she feels she is somehow flawed. I wonder if we should have told her what I am - what she most likely is. If she starts to show powers we will have no choice anyways. But we are a long-lived people, and powers tend to show late, on occasion even after 100 years, so there may be a lot of time.

Or not. I am kidding myself! There is one power, at least one, she is displaying regularly. I have seen it dozens of times. But then, we are not witches, our powers are more… organic. She uses this power perfectly without even realizing it. And besides, my bad dreams seem to tell me the time where many things change is near. And I can‘t bring myself to tear down everything she thought she was. I know, in the long run it might be better for her but it will hurt her so much!

I come back to the present and hear Anne wonder what her brother might find strange about a battle. 

I seem to remember a battle in my dreams. Where my people recognize someone. Or several people?

I can’t help it, I am worried. I look at my lovely daughter. „I wonder, Anne.“

Now she is even more upset than before. That was not my intention. But we really need to get going. After a battle there are always wounded wolves in the pack hospital, and the doctor who was on night shift will be glad of help.

Anne gets up and runs upstairs, I kiss my wonderful mate goodbye. I love her so much. Though many things are strange and different with werewolves, I have never for one second regretted my decision to accept my mate, even though I knew I would be banished. 

I kiss her lightly, but even after so many years our kiss lingers and deepens and we need all the time Anne is upstairs to kiss goodbye - and then it is a struggle not to grab her and undress her then and there, but in fact go out and leave her behind - the last thing I want to do!