Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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I've never been a person to shy away from a party. I always enjoyed them, but tonight the only thing I could think about was leaving. The club was stuffy and full of people. The typical atmosphere was replaced by loud music and college-aged people yelling and attempting to sing. I wanted to enjoy it—I did—but I couldn't find it in me.
"Are you alright?" The blond-haired man sitting across from me questioned with a playful grin on his face.
What was his name again? Sam? Simon? Something with a S.
"I'm fine," I replied, picking up the glass of water in front of me and taking a sip.
"So, have you been having fun tonight?" He asked and I shrugged.
"It's definitely been...something."
If I was being honest, I was more than ready to leave. It wasn't like I was having a goddess-awful time, but I'd be lying if I said that something didn't feel out of place.
Simon laughed softly at my response. "It definitely is a bit much. If you're not feeling it, we could take a walk if you'd like...or maybe even go somewhere else?"
The innuendo wasn't lost on me. An uncomfortable feeling ran through my body and I opened my mouth to reject the offer, but stopped when something caught my eye behind Sam's head. Or rather, someone.
Swaying awkwardly offbeat without a care in the world was Fen. He was standing in the middle of a crowd with a cup of goddess knows what in hand. It wasn't hard for me to figure out that he was drunk. The way he was wobbling was a dead giveaway.
"Cronan? Are you sure you're alright?" Shane asked again, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Fen.
I shouldn't have cared about what he did. I didn't, but there was something off-putting about seeing Fen wasted. I was used to him complaining about my alcohol consumption of anything. Still, he wasn't my problem.
"I'm fine," I muttered, forcing my gaze back in Sean's direction. "What were you saying?"
"I was asking if you wanted to get out of here," he smiled.
I opened my mouth to respond but stopped when I heard a loud thump and saw Fen crash against the ground. He got up without a moment of hesitation and continued as if nothing happened.
He wasn't my problem.
...But if the roles were reversed, I knew he wouldn't just leave me a stumbling mess.
With a sigh, I pushed my chair back and stood up. I glanced at the blond man sitting across from me and offered him an apologetic expression.
"Sorry, Seth. I need to go, something just came up."
The man blinked and as I walked away, I heard him say, "My name's Sawyer."
I was close.
I pushed my way through the crowd toward the direction Fen was in. It wasn't a difficult task seeing as most of the people were tipsy. One light shove had them clearing a path.
