“Torin, you don’t have a choice. You will be accompanying me to the ball, we need to get this sorted out and your brother needs to stay here to watch over the kingdom! You are a prince, you must start acting like one.” King Aeginar shouted across the throne room at his son. Torin rolled his eyes.
“Why? It’s not like I am needed. I am simply a second son, useless to you accept for politics. You have your Heir. Let me be.” Torin spat back. This was not a new argument. The king thought his son was wasting his years. He had turned down three potential brides from powerful Fae families already. His father wanted him to marry for advantage, to strengthen the family lines. He just wanted to be left alone. He dated quite a few women, each one chosen to make his father angry. Torin had built quite the reputation for himself. The playboy Fae prince, and his father hated it.
“Fae are going missing. We need to find out if it’s those wolves. If not for me, do it for our people. Either way you are going.” King Aeginar stood and walked out letting the throne room doors slam behind him. Torin swore and stormed out. He went to the fencing court to blow off some steam. By the time he was done there were quite a few ladies watching on the sidelines. Grinning he winked at them and they started to giggle. He knew he was good looking. He was tall with wavy sand blonde hair that fell over his eyes. He liked it unkempt mainly since it was one more thing to piss off his father. His crystal blue eyes were piercing, he knew the ladies loved them.
“Brother stop flirting with the girls. Spar with me.” Torin sighed and closed his eyes. Of course his father would get his brother to come out.
“Thuldruil.” Torin saluted him with his sword and took off his shirt tossing it to the side. The girls all giggled again whispering. Thuldruil shook his head and held his own sword up.
“To what do I owe this pleasure brother. Aren’t you busy learning to rule the kingdom or some such?” Torin swung in low Thuldruil blocked and spun to the side, bringing his sword up, slashing at his head.
“What, a man can’t have a friendly spar with his younger brother?” They exchanged a few more blows deftly blocking each one.
“I know father sent you.” Torin looked pointedly at him, he smirked back at him.
“Ah yes, but I didn’t think you would be so stupid to pass this ball up.” Thuldruil raised his eyebrow.
“Why would I want to go to some werewolf ball?” Torin asked parrying and sidestepping letting Thuldruil’s blade slice right past him.
“What better way to anger father than to flirt with wolves. Everyone knows you are a shameless flirt, and good looking. I am sure the wolves will throw themselves at you. Father wants you to make a marriage to a noble fae house.” Thuldruil shrugged, as if it was plain as could be. Torin thought about it for a minute, unfortunately his brother was right. His father would be livid watching him flirt with wolves. Torin grinned and spun striking out to the left, he knew Thuldruil always favoured the right. He stopped the blade right above his heart. He nodded in defeat holding his sword to the side.
“Match. I think you are right brother. A fresh group of ladies is exactly what I need. Do tell father that I will go, but only because you begged it of me, and after such grovelling I couldn’t handle it anymore and caved.” Torin blew a kiss at his spectators and sauntered off towards his rooms to shower and pack.
The next day Torin found himself atop his favourite horse waiting for the rest of the party to get ready. The portal to the human realm was a two days ride from their capital and then another full days travel from the portal to the Scotland Pack Castle. Torin couldn’t help but feel a bit curious and excited. He had never been allowed on the other side before and he had only met a small handful of werewolves who had come across to their side either by accident or for more diplomatic reasons. Torin was over 100 years old, he was due for some adventure. Last night he had a maid sit on his lap during dinner to feed him. Father was already angry with him and that only made the trip more exciting.
“Torin, try to behave at least a little bit will you?” Thuldruil’s voice cut through his thoughts and he grinned down at his brother who stood by his horse.
“Thuldruil, you have no faith in me. I will be on my utmost best behaviour. When father isn’t watching.” Torin chuckled as he watched his brother rub his temples.
“I mean it. We have lost six Fae in the last three months. They were on patrol and then they were gone. We need to know if the wolves are taking them. If they are, we need to find out why. They believe we are going in part because of the boundary dispute, as well as his formal introduction to his Heir. Perhaps you could try to get close to her. See what she knows. Just don’t do anything stupid.” Thuldruil explained under his breath. Torin looked at his brother with a more serious look.
“Six? I didn’t realize we had lost more. Wait did you say her? His heir is a female?” Torin’s grin was back. Well this just made the trip that much more interesting. He didn’t realize that they would be going to formally meet a woman. “I thought they passed these things down to men? The whole big bad Alpha thing?”
“This is his granddaughter, she’s a twin from a strong Alpha line. They have declared she will be taking over as Luna once she finds her mate to become the Alpha. You get the girl and the title I guess.” Thuldruil shrugged and raised his eyebrow at his brother. “I know that look. I said get close to her, don’t sleep with her.”
“What better way to get close to someone than to sleep with them though?” Torin winked. His brother was about to respond when a large commotion at the front of the party caused them both to look forward. The king was finally ready.
“Alright! Let’s move out!” The king announced. Thuldruil shot one last warning glance at his brother as Torin heeled his mount to start moving with the rest of the party.
“Don’t fret brother, I’ll try my best to behave.” Torin saluted him and chuckled to himself. This could prove to be a rather interesting weekend after all. He wondered what she looked like. He found it curious that they would wait for her to find her mate to pass the pack down. Would they have her choose a mate if she didn’t find her True Mate? Also why was he suddenly thinking so much about her having a mate, and why did it make him feel restless. Probably because if she finds her mate at this ball, it would be a lot harder for him to get close to her. Yes that must be it.
Torin sat thinking about different strategies he could use to try and woo her into spending time with him without looking suspicious. Or having her actually develop feelings. He was very good at keeping feelings out of his flirtations. Little did everybody know, he has never actually slept with any of his conquests. He was simply trying to anger his father. In truth he was hoping to find his own Goddess given Fated Mate. He would settle for no less. He has seen the difference between chosen and Fated. The love from a true bond seemed so much more than a chosen one. Look at his brother. He could barely stand his wife, they had been arranged since birth to keep the Fae royal lines strong. They hardly knew one another. Torin wanted what his father and his mother had. They were lucky enough to have found one another before father took the throne. The love they shared was legendary throughout the Fae world. Torin remembered the laughter, her sweet smiles, his father’s look when she walked into the room. The way his eyes lit up at the mere thought of her.
That’s what he wanted. However being 100 meant he got a little lonely from time to time, so he started to flirt. After his mother died, his father became agitated at everything. He wanted Torin to grow up and find a wife for the realm. By the second offer Torin had started to get a reputation simply to keep the noble ladies at bay. Who would want to marry such a playboy. He just hoped his Fated mate would see past his reputation and not go screaming for the hills.
Ember was in her dressing room getting ready for the ball. She couldn’t believe it had been a week already. She was feeling fairly nervous. Her Grandma had informed her that there was going to be over 200 people there. Most of the pack would be there, the Alpha’s and Beta’s from Ireland, England, and Netherlands, as well as the party from the Fae Realms which included their king and prince. Ember had heard the Prince had quite the reputation, she was quite curious to meet him and see if he was really as handsome as the rumours report him to be. Most of the guests arrived last night and this morning. Ember had been asked to stay in her suite for the day as her Grandad had a flare for dramatics. He wanted to have a big reveal so to speak. He wanted everyone to see her for the first time as she would make her grand entrance into the ballroom from the giant doors. At least she didn’t have any stairs to walk down. She remembered her mom telling her about her Luna Ceremony and how she was s
Ember only got to have that first dance with Caleb, since once she hit the floor it apparently opened the floodgates. Every time a song stopped, much to Calebs dismay, there was someone else to take her hand. She was being twirled and spun and whirled. It felt as though there was a never ending line of wolves hoping to get their chance with her. Some were polite, some were way too flirtatious or handsy, some could barely keep eye contact for more than a second, none gave her the thrill of the bond. Finally there was a break in music and Ember used it for her chance to escape. She slipped out of the grasp of her latest dance partner with excuses of needing a drink and snuck out the glass doors closest to her onto the terrace. The sun had long since set and the cool night breeze was a blessing on her skin. The moon was high and clear that night, it’s light cascading down in a soft glow. Ember quickly walked to the end of the terrace and slipped off her shoes sitting on one of the bench
Torin left shortly after Ember was carried out. He went straight to his room ignoring the calls of a few she-wolves trying to get his attention. His mind was a whorl of emotions. It was her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her when she first walked into the ballroom but it wasn’t until he took her hand in his that he felt the sparks run throughout his entire body. He couldn’t stop dancing, he didn’t want anyone else touching her. He had never felt jealousy before, but when that wolf grabbed her hand he wanted to punch him. He took off his boots and tossed them on the floor running his hands through his hair.Why didn’t she seem to feel the same? Perhaps it was how much she had had to drink. The Fae wine can dim the senses easily, even after one glass and he assumed she’d had a couple. That wolf boy though was acting as if they were mates. Torin shook his head confused and a little angry. He was feeling it already. She was his Fated, and it was taking his entire self-control not to head
When he got there he was surprised to see a large group already there despite the early hour. They were gathered around one ring in particular cheering on two fighters that were fighting hand to hand. Curious, Torin walked over to watch and see how well the wolves here could fight. He nudged his way in between a group of young warriors and his mouth dropped open as he watched his beautiful fated crouching low eyeing up her opponent with a small calculated grin. Her hair was pulled back into a fishtail braid and she was wearing only a sports bra and very short, very tight, workout shorts. Her opponent was easily twice her size and he was chuckling while trying to taunt her. She didn’t respond. Torin had to use all of his self-control to not jump in the ring and pull her out. He didn’t know how he felt about this, partly turned on, partly jealous, and partly worried she would get hurt. The big wolf lunged forward trying to catch her off guard pulling Torin from his thoughts as he watche
Ember couldn’t figure out why she had felt so angry at seeing Torin kiss someone else. It should really be none of her business. He was a guest and that was it, but when she woke up she felt the urge to go see him. She didn’t even know what she was going to say at first, it wasn’t until she was halfway to the guest wing that she remembered fainting the night before while dancing with him and thought she could use that as her reason. Though when she got to his room and saw his door open and the she-wolf walked out, she saw red. She decided she needed to hit something, and the warriors here always thought it a fun game to try and take her on.When she looked up after her spar with Rory she was surprised to meet the prince's eyes as he stood, watching her. She felt a surge of excitement which she swallowed down, remembering her anger. She’d hoped if she ignored him he would get the hint and walk away, but there was that surge of excitement when she saw he had followed her. She couldn’t h
They went to the Alpha’s personal office, David had another office that he used for his day-to-day duties where he always had the door open for anyone who needed him, but this one he saved for more private matters. As they entered, the King of the Fae was there sitting across from her Grandad they both had a glass of a dark amber liquid, and the bottle of scotch sat between them on his desk. They both had looks of concern on their faces. “Ah, Ember ma dear, here ye are. Good, the prince is here too. Have a seat both ye.” He gestured towards the other two chairs available. Clary sat on the couch. “It seems that we do not have a border issue but a missing persons issue. In this case, it has come to our attention that both Fae and Wolves are going missing.” King Aeginar told them as David took a sip from his scotch. “Oh aye, we’re missing bout ten wolves now, and the fae’er up ter six,” David added in. Ember concealed the shock from her face and glanced at Torin. He, however, looked
It was almost dinner so they thought it would be a good time to head into the village, Ember asked Caleb to get them a car ready while she brought the two fae to their supply stores to find them some more modern clothes. She didn’t think they would blend in very well in their current clothing, which looked like something from a King Arthur legend. She found a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a hoody for Albwin and a jacket for Torin. Albwin was a bit on the smaller side so the clothing looked a little baggy on him, Ember tried not to giggle at his horrified expression. “You actually enjoy wearing clothes like this?” He asked as he pulled the hooded sweater over his head, he had changed first. “Well, usually we go and buy clothing that fits properly and is more our own style. But yes, it's comfortable.” She shrugged looking at her own outfit which was a pair of black skinny jeans, a fitted green t-shirt, and a leather jacket. “I don’t think it's that bad.” Torin walked out from the chan
He stayed right on her heel as they entered the building.“I meant what I said in the pack house by the way. I won’t give you up easily. I’ll prove that I deserve you, the goddess paired us for a reason.” He leaned in as he followed her talking in her ear as the din of the pub washed over them. It seemed to be a popular place but not overly crowded. Ember looked around choosing to ignore Torin for the time being since she didn’t know how to respond to him. She spotted an empty table by the back wall and headed over to it. The pub was fairly big with a large bar along one side, booths along the front wall and tables dotted throughout. There was a small stage for live music in the corner that looked rarely used and a dart board with a piece missing. Sitting down beside one another so they could both watch the room, Torin stretched back and put his arm around her casually. Ember was about to protest when he spoke.“It would look strange for people to sit beside one another unless they we