Bran Cornick: The Man Behind The Marrok

Werewolf 101

Bran's POV

Bran was in a state of dismay. Here he was, not even a day after loosing his mate and already he and his wolf both had felt something for another. From the moment he had laid eyes on her, both he and his wolf had come to a screeching hault. The grief and morning his wolf had been feeling had all but evaporated, leaving him staring in awe at the new addition to his home. Katarina. Kat. He had been captivated by her eyes, a golden amber of dark, sweet honey. His wolf was practically singing and dancing, announcing that he was to have this one.

He had quickly snapped himself back into reality, and had quickly banished such thoughts. She was practically a child, and she was a new wolf, Omega or not. She would be, and should be concerned with learning the rules and gifts of her new life, and it was his place to give her a place to stay and the proper instruction. It was not his place to seek her as a mate. His wolf protested at that thought and he ignored it.

He could feel her anxiety in the way she held herself and he could smell it from her. Her musky werewolf scent was also laced with the sweet scent of honey and lavender. He chose to ignore that as well, not wanting to start any wayward thoughts. When he spoke he tried to keep his voice level and calming. 

Her voice was soft, but it was clear that she was not soft spoken. This was made clear to him when she looked at him intently for a long moment, and her only response was a "Hmmph." It had ammused him greatly but he tried to hide it.

"Hmmph?" He was pretty sure he had failed to hide all it.

 "You are nothing at all like I was expecting."  Her comment had not sounded like a disaproval or an approval, merely a statement in and of itself.

  "I get that quite often. I prefer not to scare those under my charge until they need scaring." He let his wolf peek in for just a moment, to punctuate his point. He decided that the standing by the door of his house had gone on long enough.  

    "I will show you to your room, then. Please follow me."  Grabbing one of her bags, he led the way up the stairs and down the hallway leading to her new rooms, which was pretty much the upper living section of the house, excluding the study which was housed up here. 

He stopped infront of one of two doors and felt her walk into him. Just that bit of contact sent a volt of electricity down his spine. He hid his reaction well and quickly. He was beginning to sense her turbulent emotions and it would not do to add to them. He could feel her wolf rising and that usually happened when an Omega was feeling threatened,  in the early stages when they where not able to control their wolf.

"Sorry" She almost growled out.

"That's quite alright. This will be your rooms while you are staying here, The kitchen is downstairs, the study is down the hall, feel free to borrow a book if you want, and anything else you need feel free to let me know."

   "Thank you for all of this, I know it is inconvenient for you to-" He cut her off, knowing that she was about to make herself feel as though she was a burden. She needed to understand what his role was to her, especially for the time that should would be staying with him in Aspen Creek.

"Katarina.It is my responsibility to take care of my wolves. All of my wolves. You are now one of my wolves, and it is my responsibility to take care of you." He let his soft disguising veneer drop and showed her the will and the strenght that made him Alpha, that made him Marrok, protector, caretaker, punisher, leader. His wolf showed in his eyes and so did hers. In that moment, He felt the two meet, fully, and felt the two touch, and the two accept one another in a dance that was unmistakable. Mate. His wolf had chosen hers, and hers had chosen his.