The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 32

Diana

Trevor was rarely around anymore. He spent all his time with the Ironwood pack and his new friends. But he seemed content with it, and I didn't complain. Not to him at least, but the house had become the empty shell it was without him there. Not like before, when our parents lived. 

Our house had been full of life, people visiting, friends coming over for dinner, but evidently, when people die from rogue attacks, the taint of that unworthy death lingers in the house, and no one can ever visit there again. No matter how young the surviving children are. Only Henry had ever set foot in this house again after the incident. But he did so faithfully, almost every day, and always on Sundays for dinner. I didn't think it was by duty though, he loved Trevor as much as I did. They had been inseparable since birth, it felt like.

Now though, it was a different story. As far as I understood, from late evening conversations with my baby brother, Henry never joined Trevor when he went to the Ironwoods. Something about his girlfriend and the girl, B.

"Trev," I cautiously said one night when he actually was around, wanting to, but also not wanting to push. "Can you not invite your friends here? So I can meet them?"

"You want me to invite Ironwood Pack members into our territory?"

Ok. Our Alpha would probably not like that.

"Ok, fair enough. Can we have breakfast together at Patty's or something? I would like to meet the people you hang with so much. Unless you think it is too parent-like or something?"

He did. I could tell. But he was always such a darling about everything and nodded in agreement.

A couple of days later, I thus found myself walking with him, early morning, towards Patty's for breakfast.

"Can you try not to be so warrior-ish or Silver Moon Pack-ish and more Diana?" he pleaded before we entered the building. "They rarely interact with other werewolves, and you are.. a warrior nonetheless."

"I am always.. ok, I will," his faith in me was ever there. Like I would ever be able to convey a Silver Moon attitude to strangers. I had difficulty even talking to people I knew, so this breakfast was a long stretch out of my comfort zone. But I hoped that two teenagers wouldn't be that hard to talk to.

I opened the door and was met with a heavenly scent. It sure was a long time since I had been here or had freshly baked buns for breakfast. But Patty's looked the same as always, jampacked with people.

Our entrance was met with the usual glance, and then everyone waiting in line or sitting by the tables turned back to their breakfast, with one or two exceptions. One table in the corner with a couple of blonde men and.. something dark turned their heads towards us, and in the other corner, two blonde teenagers stood up straitening their clothes. 

They looked like older versions of Hansel and Gretel, blonde, blue-eyed, proud faces. And a bouquet that the guy shyly handed over when we approached them.

"Did you seriously comb your hair, Vile?" Trevor was incredulous as we turned to sit down.

"He took forever to choose clothes too," the girl grinned and extended her hand to me. "Hi, my friends call me B. And this is Vile."

"Hi, I... I'm Diana," just say your name. It really isn't that hard.

I liked both of them immediately. They were easy-going; both were doting on Trevor, who laughed and joked with a familiarity he only otherwise bestowed on Henry and me. We had just ordered when a beautiful blonde woman hurried over to our table.

"Hi, everyone. Sorry, I am late. You must be Diana, so good to meet you. My name is Hild," her glance trailed off towards the table in the other corner, and her smile turned into a scoff. "Oh, I see the guys are here too."