Dieter's Prize

Seventeen

Dieter's POV

It was morning but I was too lazy to move from the bed. Especially since Crispin was cuddled up against me and still sleeping soundly.

'It's going to be very hard to leave them.' Carlisle chimed in and I assume he meant Crispin's wolf as well. 

'I don't want to think about that yet.'

'We have to. How are we to go back without him? Without Carter? I've grown wildly protective of that kid and his lycan.' 

'So he is a Lycan? You can tell. Carlisle?'

'Yes, he is. I am sure Crispin will be ecstatic.'

'Crispin will just have to make a trip to see us.' I sighed, but I knew deep down that would not be enough. It would never be enough until he was living with me.

'That would not put me at ease, Dieter.' He sighed and began pacing back and forth in my head. 

'I know, but it's the best I can do for now. I don't want to put added pressure on him.' 

I knew that Crispin had struggles of his own, that he worried for his pack. I knew we had to have this conversation at some point but I enjoyed this moment of bliss we were in. I didn't come to mate and mark (thought it was in the back of my mind). But if we do decide to take that step then I don't want that to be tainted with the after effects.

Perhaps that makes me slightly careless and childish, but at this moment I couldn't find a reason to care. I had a mate. And I would enjoy my life with him. No matter what. 

Even now, having Crispin by my side makes the idea of a sacrifice not so bad. 

'Do not mark him, just to leave him. We don't know the repercussions and how that can affect a wolf.'

I knew Carlisle was trying to warn me. But this was a decision I wanted to make. A decision I never thought I'd be able to make. So if I wanted to mark Crispin, then I would. 

"You seem deep in thought." Cripins' sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to look down at him. His eyes were still hooded and his face held lines from laying on my shirt for so long through the night. But he still looked so handsome.

"I was just talking with Carlisle." 

"Your wolf? Is everything alright?" He asked with a yawn, but still unmoving from laying on top of me.

"Yes, everything is fine. But he did tell me some information you might be interested in." Crispin raised an eyebrow and waited for me to continue. "Our dear Carter is a lycan."

Crispin sat up with haste and turned fully to look at me. Surprise evident in his eyes as well as confusion.

"A lycan? But my father was a werewolf and his mother was a werewolf as well." 

"It's rare, extremely rare. But it happens."

"I don't know how to raise a lycan... I barely know how to raise a werewolf."

There was a stark difference between lycans and werewolves other than physical attributes. It had to do with emotions and personalities as well. Lycans were a lot more demanding and resisted group activities unless it was their immediate family. Whereas werewolves enjoy being in the presence of others. Lycans when they are children have stronger personalities and are more aware of the changes around them. They can sense things werewolves can't seeing as they get their other half so early on.