The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 17

Beonnie

The next day, Hild insisted on us going to the beauty salon to get a bit pampered so we could make a good impression on "all the people we would meet". Well, she blamed it on that, at least, but I was pretty sure it was part of a grander scheme of our new life, and my suspicions were confirmed when she donned a completely different look afterwards. Gone was the long black hair, replaced by a shoulder-length natural blonde style that suited her well. A genius move, she thought herself, since she would now be passed off as my mother. 

We had decided to wait until the following week to register me. Still, Hild made an effort to go to the school, "accidentally" bumping into the secretary with her bruised face and making an appointment for us after the weekend.

When she returned, we spent the rest of the day organising and fiddling with everything we had bought, putting them in drawers, hanging them in wardrobes, and just enjoying being in our home again.

Hild called on job ads, and so did I. Fortune shone on us again, as Hild got an interview for a job already on Friday. She then concluded that she needed "interview" clothes, so there was another round at the mall. We went to a photo booth to take new pictures for ID cards and driver's licenses—Hild's, not mine, of course.

We got some cash from an ATM and bought a white envelope. I took out the business card I took at Berta's and printed the address. Then we filled it with the cash we withdrew and a "thank you" note. I added a picture of the two of us that we took in the photo booth earlier. I addressed it to Zac, as I was pretty sure he was behind it all.

Feeling pretty content with ourselves, we returned to our apartment and continued the pampering. On one of the walls, we hung a map, as we had also started dreaming of going on holidays in the future. I had just hung it up when I realised something. I furrowed my brows, looking at the map.

"Hild?"

She left her bedroom with a shopping bag in her hand and stopped next to me.

"What?"

I pointed at the map.

"Didn't you say that you started out here? And then went here, here and here?" I drew a line with my finger over the map. She narrowed her eyes, looking at the map, trying to determine my point. Then she shrugged.

"Yes, sort of."

I moved my finger to another place on the map.

"I started here, then I ran in this direction. I was here, here, and this is where I fell down the waterfall."

"Mhm?"

I took a piece of string wrapped around a fancy blanket we bought and used it to draw a line on the map.

"See, I was coming from here in this direction.. and you were coming from here in this direction.."

I showed her. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. But.."

"We were both meant to end up here all along."

It turned out that my life trajectory and her life trajectory intersected in this very town.

We both smiled.

"We were destined to meet at some point or another."

Zac

If it wasn't for the fact that Alpha Neron Johnson had threatened our entire pack and life, the next few weeks were almost like in the good old days. For some reason, Ben was in a good mood, not by usual standards, but by his standards, a good mood. He was still stern, still serious about things, but there was a lightness in him that had been gone for too long.