Every strategy Enrique had implemented proved futile. He was done waiting around for his mate to come around. Done waiting around to find the evidence he came looking for. It was time to take action, to forge his own path like his mother used to say.
“You may be a Fenrirson, but you don’t have to be your father. You can be your own person, Enrique. You’re my son. I love you. And I will be proud of you no matter what.”
He could practically hear her voice in his head, laughing, encouraging him to do the impossible. She was right. He was his own person.
And it was finally time to put that to use.
Enrique strolled down the corridors, his eyes darting from one room to the other, searching for a particular person. He spent the entirety of the walk convincing himself to go through with it, te
