Purest

25. IOUs (Unedited)

Mia

Having a lot on her mind lately, her afternoon run was curing her anxieties.

She was aware a war was brewing. Their kingdom faced a deadly and cunning enemy who did not play fair nor have a decent regard for humanity.

Knowing she had a role to play, also had to do her part and lessen the burden her mate carried. If her mate wanted her with him during his diplomatic travels, she would accompany him. Be his support. Be what he wanted her to be in his life.

He had made her so happy, it was only fair she showed him her unconditional love. She may not have said the words yet, nonetheless, she wanted to make him feel how important he was to her.

Closing her eyes, drawing in a deep cleansing breath of the crisp air, she murmured a heartfelt thank you to fate.

Before she came here, her goals were to travel the world, meet the right man she could fall in love with, and have babies with him. Maybe lived a life full of adventure

She did all that and more. Well, except for the -travel the world- part. Which would start by tomorrow. Her mate had been busy making the necessary arrangements, however, she distracted him again. She couldn't think of anything else but the Lycan King. Crazy for him, she had become.

He was faring no better.

After their activities, she invited him to hunt with her.

Not wanting to leave her out of his sight, he complied right away. Now, his paws made a thundering sound as they traveled to his forests. She was on his back, laughing and squealing, urging him to run faster.

Fenrir was only ready to obey, becoming her playful wolf. In his powerful jaws, a big game was hanging limply.

That was good hunting. Well, he did most of it. She and Wolfie just watch his powerful physique in action. Both drooling.

"Let's go to our cabin," she urged, hugging him tighter. Just a few more hours, she wanted to keep the chaotic world at bay and be a simple woman in love with her soulmate.

"As you wish, min dronning."

***

Only her wish for privacy didn't go as planned.

Entering the clearing in front of their love nest, Fenrir halted immediately. The thick fur on his massive neck rose. His growl was ferocious, ready to attack.

"Wait. Listen."

The sound was so faint at first, that she thought she was imagining it.

"There," Mia pointed.

They found a frightened teen huddled at the edge of the forest surrounding their cabin. Her hair was covered in leaves and dirt. Trembling from the cold wind, with the temperature significantly dropping in the afternoon, her small frame almost naked, Mia could see the poor girl's teeth chattering. They could also smell blood and semen on her. She was a victim of abuse.

Her scent was unfamiliar though. Mia and Wolfie could not place what she was. But she was definitely not human.

"She is a shifter, my heart. Careful." Her mate warned through the link. Cornered and wounded, the frightened girl might attack. She climbed from Fenrir's back and slowly approached her with a massive beast in tow.

Trying to make herself smaller, she whimpered as Mia got closer.

"We have to help her, baby."

"If she wants it." His dire wolf remained observant, ready to attack at the smallest misstep from the helpless girl.