When the werewolf asked about her ring, Christen could not answer it. She did not want to answer. Did not want to remember the memories it held. Memories of him.‘I don’t want to remember anything about him,’ she thought, tears forming in her eyes as she recalled her time with him.Even though she was nothing more than a prisoner, with him around, she felt anything but. The hope she lost after her divorce with Forrest, regained from her time with him. Not to mention when he proposed to her… ‘Joy’ does not begin to describe how she felt. She even started to think of their future together. A nice house by the countryside, away from the city. The house didn’t have to be big- not like a mansion- but she did like it to be decent enough. For their kids- Christian and any siblings they may have later- to happily be roaming around, playing with each other, their friends, or even whatever pet they would consider adopting. Not to mention when they grow older, and want to take on a hobby. No sm

It took a while of attempted comfort, but Christen had eventually scared herself to sleep. A sleep that was far from peaceful, when she still has that distraught look on her teary, sleeping face. Even as he gently wiped the tear away from her closed eyes, she flinched from the contact, causing Fenris to pull his hand away. She even curled up in his arms, trying to keep distance from him in her sleep.‘Christen... What happened to you?' he wondered, gently setting her back down on the rug, using a cushion as a makeshift pillow for her, and draped the blanket he used for her earlier back over her body. With each gentle touch he made, Christen would whimper at, her distress seemingly growing. His worries for both her well being and mentality reached a breaking point at the sight. Fenris wasted no time lying right next to her and holding her close to him. An act that made her tremble all the more, yet not enough to cause her to wake. He gently rested his forehead down to her’s, and conce

Fenris soon awakened himself by the end of that scene. He did not want to witness what was going to happen next in that dream. Not how Damien was going to make Christen forget about him, or their time together.He lied on the floor, running a hand over his face in slight exhaustion. ‘So that’s why she reacted that way towards me,’ he thought.There he was, trying to understand why his mate was so frightened of him when they met last- with him as a human. Thanks to that dream, he now knew exactly why, she reacted that way. With how she had lost hope the first time around, after what happened with her ex-husband, being told about his own marriage to Fatima? After he proposed to her and confessed his feelings towards her? With the promise that he would free her from Damien's hold? It must have destroyed her.‘It was hard enough, getting her to open up to me the first time. Now this? I don’t even know if I can help her this time,’ Fenris solemnly thought, for now displaying any sort of ki

Once they were done with dinner, with the pots and bowls all washed, Christen and Fenris sat by the fireplace in silence. An awkward silence, especially for Fenris, who watched his mate stare at the fire sparks.‘So yeah… What am I supposed to do in this case?’ he wondered.Unlike the human world, the werewolf world is quite being in technology. Even if he does transport things such as television or video games here, that would be useless, as electricity has yet to make itself known as a source here. Gaining that from the city was one matter, but in an area filled with nature? He did not know where to start with that. Not only that, but as this was a cabin solely made as a lookout spot or a checkpoint area to the Krawler werewolves stationed at the site, there was barely anything that can be used to pass time here. No books, no board games, not even a deck of cards to play with.‘Damn it. I did not think this far,’ he thought, feeling a bit discouraged by the awareness. ‘I want to be

Fenris's eyes widened at the woman’s comment. What did she say about his mate? About her own child?! No, that was assuming if they truly are related, considering how they look nothing alike.The woman looked to Christen with much disdain in her eyes. “As for you… Shame on you. I thought you could at least do this much, if you fail at everything else. And yet this you can’t even do? The shame that you bring to your own family. How disappointing.”“S-sorry, Mommy,” Christen stuttered."Don't call me your ‘mother’!” she shouted, to Fenris’s shock. “Now make yourself useful like a failure you are, and clean this place. Top to bottom.”How could a mother say that to her own child in that manner? Because they didn’t look alike? That was far too pretty a reason to act that way.And the worst part? Christen- a child she was at the time, being looked down on by her own family- could not say any word of defiance towards them.‘Useless…’Before he could even attempt to comfort his mate’s child s