Christen followed one of the maids to the guest room she was to be residing in for the time being. As she walked with her and Christian, Christen could not help still feeling both nervous and unwelcome being here.“You’re gonna love it here! This place is way better than the hospital!” Christen assured.“You think so?” she could only say, trying to be careful not to say anything that may trigger the maid in any way. At least, nothing that would state any sort of comfort being in a place she clearly doesn't belong.“Definitely! And even more than our former home!” Christian added on, not noticing the unease in her voice.The maid chuckled a bit at the reassurance. "Well, I can at least assure you won’t be held prisoner here,” she stated. "At least you'll be free to do as you please here. That includes leaving, if you wish to not reside here for any reason. So long as you don't cause any sort of trouble for the master and mistress, that is.”“She won't do that. Right, Momma?" Christian
All attention turned to the voice that spoke, where the trio saw Forrest approaching them, as he glared at them. “Don’t make me ask again. What are you all doing out here?”Christen trembled in fright when he repeated the question. Especially when it sounded as though he had growled at the end there."My deepest apologies, Master,” the maid spoke first, bowing her head to the head of the house. “I was only taking this girl to her room as ordered. However, it seems she is dissatisfied with the room chosen for her.”Christen panicked slightly at that, for the way the maid said it made it sound as though she thought the room was cheap or found something unpleasant about it.“T-That’s not…” She tried to explain herself to Forrest, but could unfortunately only barely find her voice to speak. Which was not much at all.“That’s not true!” Christian spoke for her. “Momma just didn’t want to use this room because this is Grandpa Keenan’s room!”Forrest raised a brow at this, as he turned to th
"I must say, I have never had a roast beef as tender and juicy as this. And you say this was made by your new servant?” Keenan asked, taking a bite of the sliced meat on his plate."Why yes. I knew you'd be pleased with this Father,” Kiara confirmed, before turning to the servant in question. “Christen, as well. Thank you for accepting my request for this dish. I really wanted to have this again as soon as you got settled in.”Christen only nodded at the gratitude, unable to say anything as she stood with her peers around the dining hall, watching Forrest, Kiara, Christian, and Keenan eat.Earlier, not long after her son began the tour around the house for his mother, Kiara came by, asking for Christen’s assistance on something. At first the human was unsure about taking any requests from her, but in retrospect to her and Forrest's kindness in taking care of Christian while she was hospitalized, she accepted the request as a way to thank them. She did not expect, though, for the reque
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 '