Of Women and Wolves

Aftermath and Answered Questions

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Here's Fianna's backstory and her Origins. I hope you enjoy.

Update: I only just realised that I was missing a huge portion of this chapter, so I am posting it now. Sorry if there was any confusion, I don't have a Beta so I just copy and paste directly from the Google Docs when I have finished transferring a chapter from my notebook to my laptop.

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Fianna slowly regained consciousness from the feeling of something caressing her face. She was beyond disoriented, her head was pounding as she tried to recall what had happened to her. The Striga... a tomb... rooster? Then it clicked.

"Geralt?!" Her eyes flew open in panic and she frantically tried to sit upright. She was calmed down by a hand on her shoulder, Geralt grasped her chin gently and forced her to lock eyes with him. Fianna stared in confusion at the flurry of emotions that were displayed on Geralt's face all at once.

She idly wondered if the muscles in his face hurt from the unfamiliar movements.

"I'm alright Lya... We're alright" He reassured her with soft eyes and a kind smile. It took a minute for her addled brain to catch up with the rest of her body and before she knew it she had pulled him down to her level and smashed her lips against his.

Her emotions were running a million miles an hour but she desperately needed the intimacy. The solid muscular proof that he was alive and that they had survived against all odds. Again.

Geraly eagerly reciprocated her affection, he clearly needed some reassurance also because he looped his arms under hers and pulled her into his lap with no intentions of letting her go.

Fianna pulled away reluctantly when oxygen became crucial. Pressing her forehead against his, she took a moment to bask in his presence.

"You are alive" She whispered.

"I am. Thanks to you apparently."

"Oh gods, Geralt! You almost died"

"Mm-hmm... But I didn't."

"I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Hmm"

"You smell horrendous!" She finished with a laugh. Her Wolf shot her a look of faux offence before dissolving into chuckles with her.

"You don't exactly smell like a meadow yourself." He replied playfully. Fianna laughed and nodded her head in agreement. She shifted on his lap to see him better but made no move to separate from his embrace.

"No, I suppose I wouldn't. How long was I unconscious?"

"Day and a half"

"Ughh. I suppose we better get cleaned up. I owe Triss an explanation."

"Hmm. She told me what happened. You shouldn't have exposed yourself like that!" He growled in reprimand as if she should have known better. She did know better, she just didn't care if his life was hanging in the balance.

"I couldn't lose you Geralt! I could feel your life slipping farther and farther away with every passing minute. I will not let you die! Not while it is within my power to save you."

"And what if Triss informs the Brotherhood? Hmm? You'll be taken away and dissected for their own gain."

"She doesn't know where the power comes from, just that I have an unusually large store of chaos. I am going to demand an oath of silence from her before I tell her everything. And anyway, I would march right up to the palace gates and demand my place on the throne if it meant saving your life. I would give everything to ensure you remain breathing. The world would be a much darker place without you in it Geralt of Rivia. I refuse to live in that kind of world." i