The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 26

Henry

"Oh my goodness, did you see that girl?" my aunt whispered in a not-too-low voice to Annie's mother. "Poor thing, she seemed all beaten up. I swear, I sometimes don't know what is going on with these humans.."

I looked up to see which girl she was referring to when I found myself face-to-face with said girl. B.

She gave me a horrified look before she quickly bent her head down, in silent agreement to never have met me before. She looked awful, for lack of a better word. She had clothes on that clearly, or at least hopefully, was not hers. They reeked male wolf, so I supposed it was that Vidar's or something. Her hair was wet, her hands bruised, and her lip was cracked. If it weren't for the fact that she was both walking and standing on her own, I would have thought someone had beaten her up. She looked awful, awfully good.

I wanted to... something, but what? There wasn't anything reasonable to do in this situation so I thought the better of, it and ran after the rest of my family. 

It was the last day at school, and my father had invited some of the more prominent families in the pack to dinner at Patty's to celebrate summer and the oncoming Gathering. He was in a good mood.

Our warriors had been training tirelessly since we got back from the Prospect with the information about the Gathering. We were right now the third pack in rank in the Prospect, but my father somehow seemed convinced that we would rank number one or two before this summer was over. We would have to win over either the Prospect pack, which would not happen, or over the second pack in rank – the Dark Mountain Pack. They were slightly bigger than us, and it could be an even match.

I wanted to join in the tournament and the pack fights, but my father said it was too risky. Not that he didn't think I would do poorly, just in case something happened. It was a too big event to let me partake only to brush up my ego. Apparently.

When we entered the restaurant, I noticed that our company would take up most of Patty's, and I quickly found myself tugged towards a table by Annie.

"Here, come sit with me," she kissed me on the cheek, and I smiled towards her, noticing the difference between a clean, smiling Annie and a wet, cracked lip, B. Not that I was comparing, of course. Why would I do that?

We sat down, and I dragged her closer pecking a kiss on her cheek, slipping my arm around her back. I could feel her stiffen in surprise at this sudden attention, but only for a couple of seconds before she leaned in and met my lips.

"What can I get you to drink?"

I let go of Annie and turned towards the waitress. Of course, it was B who stood there, taking notes on whatever whoever wanted to drink.

I cleared my throat and moved my arm away from Annie's back in one smooth movement. According to me.

B had changed clothes and from what I could smell, taken a shower and looked.. good? Great. Wonderful. Gorgeous. Cool. Decent. She looked decent.

It was now my turn to order, but contrary to her treatment of everyone else, with smiles and eye contact, she only met my eyes for a couple of seconds before she stared out into the abyss or at least out in the restaurant.

"Yes?"

"I'll have a soda, please, thank you."

She acknowledged my order with a faint smile towards the door and nodded.

"Thank you. I will be back shortly with your order," she said and left.

"Was that the dog-girl from the other day? The one with the blonde boyfriend?" Annie whispered to her friend Skylar sitting opposite her.