Ansel held C'Annes hand tight keeping her as close to him as possible. As they passed a mirror Ansel caught glimpse of their eyes. He was amazed at how natural it looked on C'Anne, he enjoyed knowing that she was his and he had supernatural support to prove it. C'Anne looked anxious as they made their way up to the door that suddenly looked too heavy to push open. She glanced at Ansel and laced her fingers through his, he smiled reassuringly down at her before pushing past the oak doors and ushering her into the den of wolves. They all seemed to stop to stare at them. Ansel sighed a loud heavy sigh and made his way to the center of the room, C'Anne followed behind him closely. His grip never faulted as he held to C'Anne. She looked around taking in the beauty of it all. She inhaled the smell of the Den, she couldn't help but think that it smelled like pinecones. Ansel lead her to a man in jeans and a well fitted black t- shirt. When Ansel approached, the man turned with a glass in his hand. Ansel smiled widely and the man Beamed. C'Anne looked over his face, he had the same jaw line and dimple on his cheek that Ansel had. "Hi dad, how've you been?" Ansel asked dropping C'Annes hand so he could hug his father. C'Anne couldn't stop gawking at Ansel's dad. He was almost breathtakingly beautiful. Ansel pulled away grinning and moved aside so he could introduce C'Anne. His father nodded and looked her over. He didn't look displeased but he had a hard look on his face. Ansel didn't try and hide the discomfort when his father spoke. "This is C'Anne, my sons mate to be." C'Anne almost choked on her tongue. She looked to Ansel for some sort of explanation but he didn't have one. He was staring at his father with distrust in his eyes. C'Anne moved over to Ansel and placed her hand in his. "It's okay." She whispered. Ansel's features softened and he turned to look at C'Anne. "It'll just be for tonight." He promised. C'Anne smiled and turned to face his father. He looped his arm through hers and lead her away from the crowd. He didn't speak for a long while. She turned to see if Ansel had followed but he was surrounded by his pack mates smiling and nodding. C'Anne scolded herself, knowing this game was well played. When they reached a set of double doors he pulled his arm from hers and straightened his clothes. "We need to have a little chat." C'Anne not wanting to argue nodded sternly. She followed him out into the cold winter air and breathed in the smell of the oak and pine trees. It always put her in a trance. C'Anne watched Ansel's dad for a moment, he was pacing the deck in frustration. She'd seen it done by Ansel a handful of times. "He's just like you." She spoke quietly walking over to a small ramp that lead off the deck and into a garden. The flowers were all dead but they slept beneath the dirt. C'Anne knew that. She couldn't feel it, but she knew. "Where are your wings C'Anne?" He ground out the words, making the question sound as if it was the answer to all of his problems. C'Anne was used to his childish antics. She sat down on a stone bench and patted the seat beside her. "We have a lot to talk about Jack. Come and sit."
