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Chapter 16 Part 5 - The Days Between

We eventually settled on a plan: Fao and I would keep the bed — there was no separating him from me at night, and honestly I didn't want to be separated either. Rowan would take the pull-out, and Fao helped her set it up, then dragged every spare blanket and pillow in the cabin over to it, building her what could only be described as a nest."This is... actually really comfortable," Rowan admitted, settling into the pile. "Did you just make me a dog bed?"Fao huffed. "Wolf bed. For pack.""Pack," Rowan repeated, something softening in her face. "I'm pack?""You are her family. Her family is my family." He said it like it was obvious. "Pack."Rowan had gotten suspiciously misty-eyed at that, though she'd blamed it on allergies.But first — wine.Three hours later, we were all on the living room floor.Rowan had insisted. "If your wolf-man sits on the floor, we all sit on the floor. Solidarity."Fao had looked at her with something dangerously close to affection at that.Now Rowan was o

Chapter 16 Part 6 - The Days Between

He trailed off, and I reached for his hand."The fire," I said softly. "You lost them in the fire.""Yes." His voice was rough. "Mother told me run. Take brother and run. I was seven — just pup. Barely old enough to hunt alone." He swallowed hard. "Didn't understand. Just knew... run.""What happened to your brother?" Rowan asked gently.Fao's hand tightened on mine. "Don't know. We got separated. Smoke, fire, screaming... couldn't find him. I ran. Kept running. Never—" His voice broke. "Never found him. Don't know if he survived. Don't know if anyone...""Fao..." I shifted closer, wrapping my arms around him."Twenty-one years," he said quietly. "Twenty-one years alone. No pack. No family. No one to tell me anything. Just... wolf. Running. Surviving." He pressed his face into my hair. "Until you."Rowan was suspiciously quiet. When I looked at her, she was wiping her eyes."Allergies," she muttered. "Shut up.""I didn't say anything.""You were thinking it." She sniffed aggressively.

Chapter 17 Part 1- Earning Her Approval

FAOThe loud one was watching me.She'd been watching me all evening — through the wine, through the questions, through Elowen's explanations of things I still didn't fully understand. Her eyes were sharp, assessing. Like a predator sizing up potential prey.I respected that."Okay," she said now, setting down her glass. "Strip. I want to see the wolf thing."Elowen made a choked sound. "Rowan, you can't just—""What? He said he has to take off his clothes first. I'm being practical." She waved a hand at me. "Go on, wolf-man. Show me what you've got."I looked at Elowen. She was blushing, but she nodded slightly.I stood and pulled off my shirt. Rowan wolf-whistled — a sound I now understood was meant to be appreciative — and Elowen threw a pillow at her."You're impossible.""I'm thorough. There's a difference."The pants came off next. I felt no shame in my nakedness — I'd spent most of my life without clothes — but I noticed Rowan's eyebrows climb toward her hairline."Well," she s

Chapter 17 Part 2- Earning Her Approval

Later, after I'd shifted back and put on clothes (at Elowen's insistence), we sat together in the living room while Rowan typed furiously on her laptop."Werewolves," she muttered. "Werewolf lore. Werewolf origins.""You're not going to find anything useful on Google," Elowen said."You'd be surprised what you can find on Google at 2 AM with the right search terms." Rowan's fingers flew across the keys. "Okay, so most of this is garbage. Hollywood stuff, horror movie crap. But there's some older folklore that's interesting."I watched her work, fascinated by the way her eyes moved across the glowing screen. Reading. Something I could do but didn't understand how."Here." Rowan turned the laptop toward us. "Irish werewolf legends. There are stories about the faoladh — wolf-men who were considered protectors, not monsters. They'd guard children and wounded men, guide lost travelers.""Faoladh," I repeated. The word felt strange on my tongue. Familiar and foreign at once."It's similar t

Chapter 17 Part 3- Earning Her Approval

SATURDAYI learned things about Elowen from Rowan.Not the facts she'd already told me — the bad ex, the isolation, the job she worked to survive. Different things. Important things."She used to sing," Rowan said Saturday morning, while Elowen was in the shower. "In college. She had this voice, Fao — like, ridiculous good. She could've done something with it."I tilted my head, waiting."But Trevor told her she wasn't good enough. Made her self-conscious about it. She stopped singing, stopped playing her guitar..." Rowan's face darkened. "He took pieces of her. Little by little."I growled, low and involuntary."Yeah, that's the right response." Rowan sipped her coffee. "My point is — she's more than what she shows you right now. There are parts of her she's been hiding, protecting. You might get to see them, if you're patient.""I will be patient.""I know you will." She smiled at me — a real smile, not the sharp teasing one. "You're good for her. I wasn't sure at first, but... yeah

Chapter 17 Part 4- Earning Her Approval

Shopping was also an experience.The store was overwhelming — too bright, too loud, too many smells. Chemicals and perfume and hundreds of humans who had touched every surface. I stayed close to Elowen, one hand on her hip, fighting the urge to growl at everyone who walked too close."He looks like he's about to murder someone," Rowan observed cheerfully."He's fine," Elowen said. "Aren't you, Fao?""Fine," I managed through gritted teeth.Rowan shoved clothes at me — shirts, pants, things I didn't know the names of. Elowen steered me toward a small room with a curtain and explained I was supposed to take my clothes off and try the new ones on."Why?""To see if they fit.""Can't you just... look at them and know?""That's not how it works."I did not understand humans.But I tried on the clothes. Some were too tight, some too loose. Rowan kept handing me things through the curtain while making comments I didn't fully understand but that made Elowen blush.While I struggled with somet

Chapter 17 Part 5- Earning Her Approval

We left the store with bags full of clothes that actually fit — shirts that didn't strain across my chest, pants that reached my ankles, something called "boxer briefs" that Elowen insisted I needed even though I didn't see the point. And three pairs of sandals that I tolerated only because my mate had chosen them."He's still going to be barefoot at home," Elowen warned Rowan. "The sandals are for public only.""Wait," Rowan said, stopping by another display. "What about these?"She held up a pair of slippers — not like Elowen's fuzzy cat ones, but simple slides. No back, just a soft top part that went over the toes.I took them. Slipped one on. My heel was free. My toes were covered but not trapped. Soft."For inside?" Elowen asked."For inside," I agreed. These I could tolerate. For her."Baby steps," Rowan grinned. "Literally. Now let's get back to the cabin."I looked at the car. The car looked at me. We had an understanding now, and it was not a friendly one."I could run," I sa

Chapter 17 Part 6- Earning Her Approval

We walked for hours.Rowan asked questions — about my memories, my instincts, how the shift felt, what I could sense in either form. I answered as best I could, shifting to human when words were needed, back to wolf when we needed to move.Elowen walked between us, her hand in my fur when I was wolf, her fingers tangled with mine when I was human. Happy. She smelled happy, and it made something in my chest swell to bursting."You're good for her too, you know," I told Rowan during one of my human stretches. "She's different when you're here. Lighter."Rowan smiled, soft and genuine. "We've been friends since high school. She's the only person who puts up with my bullshit.""She loves your bullshit.""Yeah, well." Rowan's voice went thick. "I love hers too."Elowen caught up to us, slightly out of breath from the incline. "What are you two talking about now?""You," Rowan said."Love," I added.Elowen blushed, that pretty pink color spreading across her cheeks. "You're both ridiculous.

Chapter 18 Part 1 - Fractures

FAOThe nightmares started Monday night.I'd had dreams before — scattered images, feelings without context. But these were different. These were memories, sharp and jagged, cutting through the fog that had shrouded my mind for twenty-one years.Fire.The smell of smoke, thick and choking. The heat of it, unbearable, pressing against my fur. Screaming — not my voice, other voices. Familiar voices."Run! Take your brother and RUN!"A woman's face, twisted in terror. Red hair like mine. Eyes like mine. Hands pushing me toward the door, toward the darkness outside."Don't look back. Whatever happens, don't look back."I looked back.I shouldn't have looked back.I woke with a gasp, human and shaking, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat."Fao?" Elowen's voice, soft with sleep. Her hand found my chest in the darkness. "Fao, what's wrong? You're shaking."I couldn't speak. The images were still there, burned into the backs of my eyes. The fire. The screaming. The woman wh

Chapter 18 Part 2 - Fractures

ELOWENWEDNESDAYSomething was wrong.I felt it the moment I stepped on stage — a prickle at the back of my neck, an unease I couldn't name. The bond with Fao hummed steady in my chest, reassuring, but there was something else. Something outside of that.I moved through my routine on autopilot, letting the music guide my body. The pole was familiar, the lights hot, the faces in the crowd a blur of anonymous want. This was my job — not my passion, not my dream, but good money and flexible hours and a way to keep the cabin and my independence.I hooked my leg around the pole and spun, arching my back, letting my hair fall loose. The crowd appreciated it — I could hear the murmurs, the rustle of bills being pulled from wallets. But my eyes kept scanning, searching for the source of that wrongness.Then I saw him.Trevor.He was sitting in the VIP section, leaned back like he owned the place, a drink in his hand and his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Not the d

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