Blood, fire and death

Chapter 17

Dimitri or rather, Grimm was right. Wolves are the housewives of nature. It didn't take long before everyone was looking at him funny, differently. Frowning and sneering. Not that Aaron cared, he went along his day as planned. Ignoring their looks of shock, disappointment, disgust or whatever. He didn't pay enough attention to know exactly what they were feeling, didn't care enough.

He didn't notice when it stopped either. He just looked up from his life and they had came to terms with it.

But they didn't accept it, nor him. There was no words from any of them, no one made the effort to approach or insult him. He didn't get glares or rolling eyes but Aaron knew the feeling. Locked up in his room back at the De La Sanguis mansion, he got that air from some.

The maids that were in charge of anything haven to do with him. The guards that check his inclosure before bed. Some of his aunt and uncles. Most everyone really, everyone but his Mother, his Sylviana.

So he knew when he was being dealt with. Patiently left aside in waits of a better solution. Like a virus no one quite knew how to It made him smile really.

The De La Sanguis mansion had him behind reinforced walls and titanium panelled doors and barres. It begs the question. Just how much faith do the members of the Arsonal pack have in the Strenght their cold shoulders?

He'd been at Roy's side for about 5 months now. They's been in a wolf defining relationship for nearly two. Aaron had a practice as an information officer, where one of their most profitable clients requested to have all their files and prisoners, however little they might be, sent to him. He had a teacher in Dimitri and a friend of some sort in Eliza.

He had Roy.

The mix breed smiled at the thought and leaned into his seat as he decided what he was going to make for dinner tonight.

Dimitri was brothened out his education to hunting and he still had some of sunday's kill in the fridge. Aaron was wonder if he should make a stew of it or fry up the one prey they'd caught that morning instead. When the knock came to his door, Aaron was still indecided. He had not yet responded when the door opened and a familiar form walked in and took a seat at the other side of his desk. 

Aaron first focused on his tonight's meal, and only after deciding on a roast, did he turn his attention to the intruder. 

Jane had been relieved from her suspension about a week ago. She handle to main cases on the upper levels, handing off the tougher cases, under order, to Aaron who ran the lower levels of the tumb.

They never have to met, so they never did. Their unspoken agreement was that he stayed in his side and she'd do the same. And she had, until now.

She looked every bit of her profession. Piercing, deep blue eyes, short cut dirty blond her. She looked older than she was. But her posture was perfect. She sat on the plain seat with one leg crossed over the other at the knee. And as he met her gaze, she looked at him straight on.

It made him smirk.

"We are alike you and i" She said and his lips slipped into a frown. He leaned foward on his desk and hardened his gaze. Letting his eyes drag along her body.

"How s-" He began.

"You don't believe me." She ignored his words and started looking around the office. Never pausing in any particular object. "I understand, i don't want to be associated with you anymore then you do with me. " She went on to say, glancing down at her manicured short french tips nails before meeting his gaze once again. Aaron didn't attempted to speak and instead let her go on uninterrupted.