The Mystic Wolves

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

The atmosphere was definitely lighter as we emerged from the house. The gravity of the rite was tenderly placed aside for a more casual appearance, tables set out where the chairs had once been. Alongside the walkway, a delicious feast was in the process of being arranged by a small group of Vivien's associates.

Whispering to Mason I'd return, I made my way through the tables, checking to see that everyone was alright and was getting enough to eat. We were a solemn bunch, talking softly amongst ourselves and the ritual was on everybody's mind.

I lingered by some of the conversations, reaching out to touch those I spoke with, letting them know how grateful I was they were here. Soon, the reverent hush became lighter, as laughter broke out and as I caught Mason's eye, I smiled and nodded. We were all okay.

Walking over to where the food was displayed, I helped an older pack sister fill her dish. She shared different experiences she had with Jasmine, how the young wolf touched her life, and as I led her to her table, I thanked her. The topic of dinner shifted, and the air filled with an assortment of memories. It felt like a warm, comfortable blanket settled over the group, and I leaned into Mason, as he came up behind me.

"Have you gotten something to eat yet?" I asked, turning around so I could face him. Telltale signs gave away how tired he was, and I traced the skin under his eyes before standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. "How about you go take a seat by Daniel and let me wait on you a little?" Not giving him time to answer, I gently pushed him in the right direction before turning to grab him a plate of food.

There was so much to select from, so I chose a little of everything I knew he liked. Making sure to pick up utensils and a napkin, I made my way over to where he was. Mason's head was down in quiet conversation, and I smiled as I watched his best friend reach out and pat his arm.

It was hard not to worry about Mason. As much as I was hurting from all this, I knew he was just as devastated, but wasn't able to lower his guard too much. He needed to be strong for the pack, especially in light of what we'd learned at the meeting. Watching him enjoy his company, and the brief respite, I was determined to make sure I was there in any way I could.

Placing the food in front of him, I smiled as he moved his leg and gestured for me to sit on his knee. I enjoyed sitting this close, finding his touch soothing.

"Looks good, sweetheart," he shared, as he leaned forward to see what I'd brought. Taking in an appreciative sniff, he touched my knee and added, "Smells amazing as well."

I reached over to fill his glass with water, careful not to spill any over the nicely arranged decorations. Someone had displayed floral centerpieces, surrounding them with the rich green foliage of our woods. The one in front of me was beautifully created, the result of a talented individual.

Finally situated, I quietly pushed the fork towards Mason's hand and was rewarded with a burst of laughter from Daniel. Startled by the sudden noise, I wasn't sure whether to glare at him or ask what was so funny.

"Well, my Liege, should I step in a cut your meat for you?" He stretched toward the plate, gripping his own knife and before I could move, Mason whipped out his hand and slapped away his friend's.

"Touch it at your own risk," he growled, shifting the plate away from him. Turning to me he added, "Don't mind him, Darcy. He's just jealous he doesn't have anyone to make sure he eats." Placing a brief kiss on my cheek, he whispered into my ear. "I love it when you take care of me. Thank you."

Sticking my tongue out at Daniel, I placed my hand on Mason's chest and answered. "It's my pleasure. I enjoy making sure you're happy." Wearing a stern expression, I pointed my finger at the bratty wolf. "You better make sure you eat up too, Mister. Don't make me come over there and hand feed you!"