Meanwhile, elsewhere far from the Riverdale Household, in a building as grand as theirs, there gathered a group of people in one room. One that looked much like a meeting room in many big company buildings. Each person there were quite aged, yet held a powerful presence in their own right.Along with such powerful-looking figures was Fenris, sitting at the head of the table, with a strange smile on his face."I thank you all for gathering in my humble abode on this fine evening,” he greeted."This is quite the surprise, Fenris. Normally, you wouldn’t have called for a meeting at this time of night," said one elderly men in a suit.“Yes, indeed. For a moment there, I thought you were trying to pull some prank on us or something,” a slender man with long curly hair lightly joked.“As did I. So pray tell, Alpha Fenris. To what do we owe this little gathering?" asked an elderly woman.Fenris gave no answer; just looked at the elders with a smile on his face. A smile that does not seem to
Not one of the advisors knew what to think when Fenris told them the truth about the business he requested the Krawler werewolves to keep watch over. They who had never thought the ones running any business in the human world side from one of their Alphas was a fellow werewolf. Moreover, it was practically a pack of wolves working at that very place.“Werewolves?! Acting criminal in the human realm?!”“If it was a robbery or murder, that would have nothing to do with us. But a pack toying with the humans?"“Even Rogues wouldn’t do something so disgusting. Regardless of how inferior they are to us, how could there be any werewolf who would do that to humans?”Fenris narrowed his eyes at all the murmuring he was hearing. “So, from what I’m hearing from you all, at least some of you know well enough of the business being run, and yet, no one knew a thing about the group behind it? Much less the man who started that business.”This time, all the werewolves present flinched at the accusing
After dinner was over, Christen was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Kara told her she didn’t need to do such a thing, especially since Christen was still getting used to her new home here and did help prepare dinner, but Christen was feeling quite restless, and insisted she would wash the dishes. Seeing that nothing they could say would change her mind, Forrest and Kiara both wanted some of the servants to help her clean, but she declined the assistance. Mostly because she felt that none would want to help her. If anything, going by their attitude towards her, they may detest the thought of assisting her.As much as she had insisted to clean up after dinner, get started on her job earlier than planned, that was not entirely the reasen why she wanted to do the dishes alone.'Christian. He really seemed to enjoy their presence,’ Christen thought, thinking back to dinner as she wiped the plates she washed. Namely how her son enjoyed speaking to Forrest and his family.She shouldn't
Things may as well have gone from bad to worse for Christen. Even more than when she was taken by Damien. Why was Keenan asking about Christian’s father? Why would he be so curious about him? Christen did not want to remember a single thing about him, more than she does with Forrest."I can feel it, you know. The way your body trembles,” Keenan continued. “You do know about the father, whom your son knows nothing of. Who is he? And don’t try to lie your way out of this. I will know if you do.”The way he threatened her so reminded her so much of Damien, and it scared her. ‘Traumatized’ her, to be exact. So much that her vision was starting to blur, and she was starting to have trouble breathing.Sensing something wrong with the woman- both from her breathing and how unstable her pulse was beating- Keenan raised a brow. "Hey. Did you not hear me?”"Keenan,” came Forrest’s voice, as the older man was suddenly grabbed by his in-law from behind, and pulled away from Christen. The extra sp
Christen laid in bed in her new room. Her eyes were open, unable to sleep after what happened with Keenan. Not only was he frightening, but his question about Christian’s father. She knew it would be brought up at some point, but she had hoped it would never be spoken of. Not when he was the last person who gave her false hope for a good future. Who played with her heart even worse than Forrest did. Who made her think there was some good in this world, only to realize, it was all but a fantasy.‘How long had it been since then?’ she wondered, looking at the curtains in her room, covering the windows behind them. ‘What was the sky like back then?' The moment she wondered that, she quickly shook the thought out of her mind. 'No. Forget him. That guy… He's nothing to us.’Despite thinking that, tears formed in her eyes at the memory of him, in which she wiped away. ‘Never again, will I believe in the good. In love…’***It was when she was first taken by Damien and made into one of his '
A sigh left Fenris’s lips as he entered his room, exhausted from everything that happened today. He still could not believe that he had been a lied to this whole time. Not only Fatima and her Krawler dogs, but his own people as well. More than that, rather than asking him directly why he had even been going to that building, simply because he heard his son may be seeing a human woman, Finral completely disregarded Fenris’s feelings, and went along with Fatima’s lie?!Just remembering the confession enraged Fenris even more, as he shifted into his werewolf form and went on a rampage, breaking apart the desks, bed, and even tore the sheets and pillows apart.‘How could he?’ ‘How could they?’ These two questions swam in his head, raising his rage all the more. Because of a curse he had been struck with some time ago, his senses were not as sharp as it should. As such, he could not sense a lie when told to him, and put all his trust in his pack mates and family for many things. Though the
"Thank you and have a nice day."Christen nodded to the cashier before taking her leave out the supermarket, a bag of groceries in hand. ‘This should be everything on the list,’ she thought, glancing at the grocery list she had in her other hand.She had been working in Forrest’s mansion as a servant for several days now. In the time that passed, as she expected, not one of her peers made any attempt to get along with her.Instead, they tried to find various ways to get her out of the house. At least, Christen thought they were trying to. Often times, though, she noticed how some of the servants would try to make attempts to either get her hurt or make a mess of things, only for the ideas to be turned down in the end, out of fear of Forrest and Kiara finding out. They still pushed her around, somewhat, and had her handle several difficult tasks on her own, but she managed. It was no different from her childhood, as she often had to take care of things her family servants would do. ‘Fo
Christen could not comprehend it. She could not comprehend what happened just minutes earlier with Jack, or even now with Kiara. Whom she was waiting for after she got dragged off to a park, and was told by her to wait at the bench they stopped at, as she walked away to somewhere. ‘Should I sit and wait?’ she considered, standing by the bench instead of sitting on it, as anyone would, before shaking her head. ‘No, it would be considered inappropriate if I did. I’m just a servant, after all. That is… Unless if this is Kiara’s way of making me leave; getting me in trouble with Forrest. Or better yet, she just left me here to abandon me, telling me to never come back.’ Would Kiara really do that? She wasn’t entirely sure. Christen wanted to think the woman would be returning soon, considering all the other nice things she had done for her, but it was hard to say, given her history with plenty other people who played the kindness card on her. Not only that, but there is also their connec