The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 3

--- Beonnie ---

I shouldn't linger here; I knew that. But I had become an addict, intoxicated by the love that emanated between Tristan and Dhalia. I spent my mornings lying flat on my stomach, spying on the striking couple, with my backpack always on my back because I was going to leave that day. But as if they knew they were headlining my favourite romantic drama, I was always left with a cliffhanger when they separated, and instead of going – I stayed. Today, I anxiously awaited the appearance of said friend Zac, whose powers I romanticised to be immense.

After about a week of spying, I learned that the pack was one of the biggest on the continent, a Prospect pack nonetheless. Their alpha was apparently some tyrant and quite possibly under the spell of some hex master. Heh, at first, I had thought they said "Sexmaster" and was thoroughly confused for two long days. Then I understood that the person referred to as Ivalde was a witch of some sort, a hex master, and, in reality, probably had very little sex, according to Tristan.

The alpha had not found his mate and was really old—well, close to his forties anyway. When an alpha doesn't find his mate, his powers start to diminish, and with that, his whole pack's powers. As he was Alpha King Prospect, the threat was even higher, as his place as Alpha King Prospect could, and probably would, be challenged by other alphas in his Prospect, eager to take over the elevated status of being one of the four Alpha King Prospects.

Not finding his mate and the weakened state of his pack had recently made him enlist the service of said hex master, whose job seemed to be to force unmated werewolves into unfated relationships. This was done mainly to increase the number of pups born each year, but as everyone knows, having a pup with someone other than your fated or marked mate was difficult.

Fortunately, there had only been a couple of these "relationship attempts," with Tristan and LuAnn being the second. Dhalia and her future mate Lot were the third and most recent, and they announced it just a couple of days before Tristan and Dhalia bumped into each other on patrol and realised they were mates. My heart fluttered every time I thought about it. My parents had met almost the same way. Almost.

Tristan had not marked his assigned mate yet, which greatly angered their alpha. The Zac person was the key to unclogging this havoc, and this morning, he was expected to join them right here—by my waterfall, like a season finale.

I was beyond excited. I was again lying flat on my stomach, with my backpack on my back just in case, and nervous for some reason. In a "Be still my beating heart"-kind of situation. It was also a reflection on my current state of affairs. Being alone, exiled, gulp, and unmissed in all possible ways, I had, for at least a week now, procrastinated my own life for the benefit of following the adoring couple and their secret rendezvous. Admittedly, I also fantasised about this Zac person being my mate. It was improbable, of course, but such was the current state of my emotions.

Tristan and Dhalia sat on their favourite rock, soaking in each other's company. Their previous light touching had graduated into general smooching as they had figured out that since none of the four involved in this drama were marked, no one would be hurt by their intimacy. Fated mates would feel immense pain if their mate, for some reason, was intimate with someone else, and marked mates would also feel pain even if it wasn't as bad as for fated ones. 

Understanding that LuAnn would feel no pain if he kissed Dhalia had been like a giant green light for Tristan, and as his lips worked hers, his hands slowly unclasped the buttons that kept her top in place. Heh, werewolves usually kept to T-shirts and sweatpants since they shifted back and forth, but I suspected that Dhalia had wanted to look pretty in front of her destined mate and, therefore, had made an effort with a pink blouse. Oh. I sighed. I also wanted to wear a pretty pink blouse in front of my mate.