Marsai's POV“Please!!”I heard someone scream in my sleep. The voice was familiar, it belonged to Fenrir. “I'm sorry, please-”His voice was saturated in panic. At first, I thought I was dreaming. I was already too exhausted and nursing a little hungover to be dreaming this loud before I realized I was awake.“Please, no… don't do this!”This time, the level of vulnerability and panic in his voice shoots me out of my slumber. Half my upper body shoots up into the air to look at the room I was in. I suffered from a little memory loss till I heard him whimpering beside me and it all made sense.I was in Fenrir's room. Wait- I was in Fenrir's room?!I snap my head halfway to the side to see Fenrir's face glistening with sweat and my eyebrows knit together in confusion.He's having a nightmare? He looked like he was struggling with something in his sleep, his fingers kept twitching and so were his eyes even behind his eyelids, their movement could still be trailed thanks to the bright

Fenrir POV“Fenrir, when it comes to making assumptions, I don't feel ashamed for any assumptions I have made of you because you have already created an impression on me, I know how irrational and monstrous you can be..” Marsai fired back. She was right. But I didn't want to ever lie to her because she was the only one I consider to be my person. I proceeded with telling her all I could deduce and how I didn't think I was from this world.“Wait..let me get this..” Marsai faces me squarely looking directly into my eyes like I had the answer there meanwhile I was more confused than she was right now.“So, you see things, places that are not of this world. Then people who demand you to do unspeakable things to a woman, but they have no wolves or packs, instead, they have high-rise builds made of mirrors and metals that we are yet to know…” she repeats everything I told her like I was a kid who wasn't aware of what they were doing.“I know it sounds crazy, trust me. I feel it's crazy to

Marsai's POVI felt a hair tendril poke at my chin. I tried to shift my chin in a different direction to move it away but to no avail.I, at last, had to wake up to see what it was. It was Fenrir's hair.Turns out we slept closer than I expected but he wasn't laying on me anymore. His face was buried in the pillow and his hair formed a mess around his head, part of it was what tickled my chin.I rolled away from him since the bed was quite spacious and felt something sharp poke at me. I searched beneath the sheets to see what it was and felt a fork. I took it out and placed it on the bedside drawer before a chuckle left my lips. I can't believe I had gone from debating whether I should end his life to making love with him. I really need to get a grip. The sun had sprawled into the room through one of the double glass windows left opened. It couldn't be the same morning anymore, the brightness that illuminated the room had to be from a near noon sunlight.I thought about what happen

Fenrir's POVI watched the old hag go about her table wrapping up scrolls like she didn't just disrespect me. Like she didn't just curse me to my face. Did she think I didn't already know that I'm cursed?Everyone knows I am cursed. Even a little pup in the Crescent Moon pack and outside of it knows.“Is this the degenerate you said would give me answers, Marsai?” I could have tried to be nicer, and talk to Marsai in a somewhat calmer voice but I was on the edge. With every aura of indifference the witch oozed, I felt the blood rage stirring in my bloodstream.“Fenrir, please let me talk to her..” Marsai pleaded with me. Though I could feel her gentle hand on my arm but her voice was growing distant, too outlying for it to have any effect.I tugged my arm out of her reach, walking slowly towards the witch.“I came here for answers…witch.” I growled out but Namilla looked undisturbed even with every predatory step I took toward her.“What do you want me to tell you, you brute...that

Fenrir's POVSilence befell the entire court after they all gasped in unison. I stared at all the pathetic little shit heads beneath me. Hunter had a resigned look, holding onto father's shoulders as he threw daggers at with his eyes.“Oh, old man, stop it...you are making me shy with all those caring looks you keep sending my way..” I laughed sinisterly. I was having a good time, to be honest, maybe I should have done this earlier and had this sweet savoring taste of satisfaction.“You come to my pack, you threaten me in my own court-” “Mine! My pack and my council court! Remember father?" I yelled impulsively, shooting to my feet. “Remember how all of this was supposed to be mine and yet somehow, you gave it all to Hunter because you said I would never be ready, that I would never be strong enough to lead my people. I'm not even going to try and think about how I ended up where I ended up before I was found...that's for another time of daylight” I sat back on the throne.“But the