Chapter Six: Find Her

Damien Valecrest’s POV

Something is wrong with me.

I was just reviewing estate reports, then next, every instinct in my body had suddenly gone silent then screamed.

I put my pen down, slowly as though sudden movement might somehow fix whatever was happening.

Except that it didn’t, the sensation I couldn’t describe only intensified.

A strange pressure settled beneath my ribs, but it wasn’t painful.

It felt familiar.

My wolf surged forward so violently that I nearly crushed the armrest beneath my hand.

There, Damien.

I frowned with a tight grip.

What there?

Fenrir, my wolf then sounded agitated. And it shocked me, annoyed yes. Disappointed, often. Judgmental, constantly. But agitated? Never.

There.

He repeated the word again, more urgency in his tone now.

I stood abruptly and the advisors seated across from me immediately fell silent. One of them looked concerned, one looked scared, one looked shocked.

I ignored it all because Fenrir was still pushing.

He’s pacing and focused on something I couldn’t see, I tried to look around but that made the advisors even more frightened.

Find her, Damien.

My entire body froze, and the room froze with me.

I thought I’d misheard.

What?

Fenrir’s growl reverberated through my skull and repeated himself.

Find. Her.

A cold feeling settled in my stomach, because there was only one reason my wolf would react like this. One impossible reason.

No, absolutely not.

The timing alone made it impossible, Moonfang wolves rarely found mates. Most never even did. My grandfather hadn’t, my uncle as well hadn’t.

Two generations without a confirmed bond and the odds were practically nonexistent.

And yet.

Fenrir was losing his mind.

Move.

The command was so sharp I nearly staggered, and across the room, one of my advisors stood in an instant.

“Your Grace?”

I grabbed my coat and uttered, “Cancel everything for today.”

The poor man blinked before me.

“Everything, your Grace?” he asked in disbelief.

“Everything,” I responded.

Then I promptly left the room without waiting for anyone of them to speak or oppose to what I am going to do.

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting inside a car outside the city courthouse.

Still unsure how I’d gotten here, or why, and for what.

But Fenrir kept insisting and scared the driver off to drive here.

Still unsure why Fenrir had dragged me halfway across the capital just to sit in a car and watch a courthouse stand on its own like there’s something mind blowing that’s going to happen.

The courthouse itself was unremarkable, gray stone, large windows, a government architecture designed by people who must’ve hated joy.

Nothing about it seemed special.

Yet Fenrir had not calmed down at all even after our arrival.

Not even slightly.

If anything, he had become worse.

She’s here.

I rubbed my temples.

“Who?”

No answer, then just repeated himself.

She’s here.

The courthouse doors opened and everything just stopped.

My thoughts, my breathing, my heartbeat, everything. Like the world even slowed down.

A woman emerged from the building.

Dark hair, elegant posture, fair skin, and documents tucked beneath her arm.

She was breath taking.

Beautiful.

But she looked exhausted, not physically, she looked tired soul-deep.

And for some reason, the sight made my chest ache.

Mate.

Fenrir’s voice was barely a whisper. Yet it shook me more than a roar ever could.

The world narrowed and there was only her.

Your Mate, Damien.

Fenrir stated and I didn’t know how to react, or say, nor do about that.

Then a second figure appeared behind her.

It was a man.

A tall, dark-haired man, in which I sensed as an Alpha.

The Alpha called after her and that made her stop. They exchanged a few words before walking away.

Alone.

The Alpha remained standing behind her, watching her leave and something about that scene unsettled me.

My brows furrowed looking at the man then calmer when I looked back at her.

I stared at her and at the documents she had with her. Then I was caught off guard when she looked into my direction.

My eyes widened and immediately looked away while frantically rolling the window up.

“Drive,” I said.

The feeling returned, the ache, the strange pressure beneath my ribs but this time, Fenrir lowered himself inside my mind.

Unusually quiet.

She is sad.

I looked at the air flabbergasted.

Is this Fenrir?

I can hear your thoughts, Damien.

I swallowed.

I don’t even know her, not even her name, but somehow my wolf’s words felt the same for me, because he was right, she indeed looked sad.

And for reasons I couldn’t explain.

I wanted to fix it.

But the thought immediately horrified me. Me? A Moonfang? Why would I act that way. I should be dignified.

Fenrir sounded pleased after that.

We should bring her food.

I nearly slammed my head into the dashboard.

“Absolutely not.”

But food helps.

“We don’t even know her,” I dismissed.

Then we should know her.

“Oh, that’s a terrible idea.” I pinched the arch of my nose.

Fenrir’s silence somehow felt smug and I glanced at my wrist.

There it was, the bond. A red string that only I could see started wrapping itself on my wrist and disappearing into the thin air before I could make sense of it.

I found myself staring in the air and thinking about one very dangerous thought.

I need to know who she is.