Chapter 6

Amy

HOLLY SMOKES! This man is going to be the death of me! I was looking at him with my most warm and calm face as we talked but i was literally screaming from the inside!!! He is ripped, smooth, and really gifted by nature down there i knew for a fact that, if i glanced even for a second, i wouldn't be able to get my eyes (or my hands!) off of him. I thank the Gods everyday that, despite my astigmatic and myopic eyes, i do have excellent peripheral vision, so i could see every little detail of his perfect naked body without ever moving my eyes away from his face. But i managed well to keep my cool, i didn't even blush, even though i could feel the fluids gathering between my legs.  

I would definately be going down on him if we were alone, but i managed to compose myself. There is something bigger going on here than my sex fantasies and i need to focus. Werewolves! They ARE real and it is a marvellous sight to watch their shifting. Of course, due to my practise, i always believed in all the mythical creatures, even saw some too, but it is one thing to accept their existance somewhere in the world and another to actually see them with your very eyes!

I was in awe, witnessing the full powers of the Moon Goddess, as i watched them shift in front of us. I know my boys were a bit scared but i have been taining them all these years for things like that. Their magical training covered unexpected enemy shifting, but Percy, as always, panicked more than i would have wanted. Sean, though, did better than i expected. I am proud of both of them.

We are on our way home now, as i invited everyone back for breakfast. Mister Well, or Henry as he insisted on being called, politely declined the invitation as he needed to get back to his bakery, but the rest seemed really happy to join. 

"I wasn't planning on staying in the forest for so long, so now we don't have time for pancakes.", i say to the others, looking over my shoulder as i opened the back door, into the kitchen. My other two boys are there, just finishing up breakfast.

"Where have you been??? I wanted to come too, but you were gone when i woke up!", Milo says, a bit frustrated, more to his brother, Sean, than me. They are only one year apart and they are practically raised like twins. 

"Brooooo, you had to see this!!!", Sean jumps on his brother, hugging him all excited. "They are WEREWOLVES! They shifted in front of us as mother sang in the forest. It was awsome!!", he blurts out, gesturing like crazy, not giving anyone else a chance to speak.

"What...?" Hektor starts from the sink, turning to face everyone.

"Sean!", i scold him. "You could at least wait until i closed the door!" i tell him as i pull the door shut, making sure everyone is inside. "I'm sorry, the house is not done yet, kitchen is no exception!", i apologise, moving away some boxes to make more room. It is fairly spacious, though, so we are not crammed.

I make the necessary introductions and a quick summary of what happened in the forest and start setting the table, as Percy runs the coffee machine. Hektor is washing the dishes in the sink from the breakfast he had with Milo before we come.

"So, you are the infamous Thomas mom kept yapping about since yesterday morning." he says with a big grin, hidden from us though, as his back is turned. "And it turns out you are a werewolf. Still hard to believe...", he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Hektor." I warn him politely. I see it coming, but he pretends he didn't hear me. My eyes turn to Thomas, as i wouldn't like to make our new guests, and possibly new friends, uncomfortable, so i am on edge of what will come out of Hektor's mouth. But Thomas doesn't look uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he seems very relaxed and pleased with everything that's going on. I also noticed he hasn't stopped eating me up with his eyes. I thought werewolves are loyal to their mates, why is he looking at me like that?

"Is that so? And may i ask what has your mother told you about me, young man?", Thomas asks, leaning forward as he makes direct eye contact with Hektor, making me smile. And blush. He handles everything very well. It's not always easy for other men to deal with my sons when it comes to me. Although, they don't want me to be alone, they don't want me to be with, to quote their words, "unworthy men" and, i give it to them, they do a pretty good job weeding them out. Hektor and Milo, in particular, are savages. But, i never know what to expect from them, and since Thomas is not here as a date or anything, i am very curious to see where is Hektor going with this.

"Oh, nothing much. Only that she met you yesterday and that you were really really... kind and helpful.", he says, catching my "don't you dare" look. He then turns to his dishes again, grinning wider than before.

"Really? That is very kind of her.", Thomas smiles, turning to face me. "But i'm sure your father wouldn't be very pleased hearing your mother talk about another man like that". He takes a sip from the coffee Percy put in front of him and continues to gaze into my soul as i sit on the table to eat. Everyone else is eating already and Percy already offered Tilda and Liam to show them his soon-to-be room when they finish breakfast, to get their insights on how to decorate it. Milo is sitting with us, but doesn't eat. He just stares at Thomas and Tilda.

"Our father doesn't have a saying on our mother's life for quite some time now." Hektor points out. I watch as Thomas sits up on his chair, turning to face me with a curious look.

"We are divorced many years now.", i reply, nodding softly. I see what you did there, mister, and i am willing to play along.

"Oh, i am so sorry to hear that", he says with a big smile in his face as he sits back on his chair and crosses his arms in front of him, making his biceps look bigger. He must have seen my hungry look for him -i admit, i am not very subtle- because a small chuckle escapes his lips. He is shameless, flirting with me in front of his son, being so indecent to his marriage and mate.

"I am a widow myself, single father for five years now. I know what's like to meet someone you really like but have the Spanish Inquisition at home.", his gaze is now more intense and his tone suddenly more playful. I chuckle at his joke and nodded in agreement, chewing on my bread with peach jam.

"So... you are a werewolf. And you like our mother.", Milo finally speaks. I was dreading this moment. "That is so good for her. She can finally make her dreams come true."