Fed Up
Melanie was excited to finally have this moment with Xander. We’d waited so long to mark each other, and I really didn’t want to talk anymore. I lost my mind when he started kissing my marking spot. It was more intense than it ever had been.
Freya explained, “That’s me. Since I am now at full strength, and you are of age, the need for him to mark us basically triples.” It felt like I’d need to crawl out of my skin if he didn’t mark me in the next few minutes.
I quickly explained to Xander that I was not here for foreplay today. The only thing that made me feel sane was my mate’s hands touching me. Everything inside me felt like my skin was exploding where his hands were. I was already orgasming.
What in the hell was happening? Did I care? Nope… not even a little. What I did care about was feeling Xander’s canines in my neck. It was consuming my thoughts. When it finally happened, I had an out of body experience as his teeth pierced my skin.
Freya snickered, “I’m coming forward to mark mate.
” Currently, my wolf could do whatever she wanted.
She could tell me she was going to take over the world and I would have cared less.
It felt like every little piece of me clicked into place when my canines pierced Xander’s skin.
I vaguely became aware he marked me with his Hackura teeth too.
Freya linked me, “Let’s take him to our plane.” We had a plane? That was weird. I asked, “How do we bring them? Mind you I’m assuming this is the place I’ve seen you where you didn’t tell me you… were you.”
Freya confirmed, “That’s the place. I’ll bring Oden. You focus on Xander and just call his mind to yours.” Sure… I could do that. Not super clear on the instructions… but I could probably manage. I closed my eyes and focused everything in me on Xander.
I opened my eyes in our plane, back in the creek. Xander was standing just in front of me. Somehow, he got here without ending up in the creek. I smiled despite the fact that I got drenched and he didn’t…. because, it worked! I had brought him with me.
Freya teased, “Of course it did. It’s a natural instinct for you now that you know who we are.
” I gasped, “You can talk to me here?! Where was my heads up? Like oh hey by the way… it’s me…
Freya… I’m the white wolf and by extension so are you.
” Freya admitted, “I didn’t want you to panic.
Plus, we had a lot going on.” I sighed, thinking her reason over. Ultimately, my wolf was right.
I walked over to Xander as Freya and Oden trotted off together.
It was nice being here this way. Our wolf sides playing together while Xander and I having time together ourselves.
I looked around what I now knew to be my own personal plane.
That was just a crazy thought. I smiled because I really did like it here.
Xander and I talked about me being the white wolf. I linked Freya, “Umm I knew Trevor would be in their custody and that Xander would protect me… That’s not really what I meant. People will come at our pack for me…. A lot.” Freya said, “We will be ok and so will the pack.”
In truth, I could protect myself, but… what about the innocent lives that could be lost because of the color of my fur? Freya commented, “If only we were mated to a super powerful royal Fairy and Hackura who is also a powerful wolf.”
I snorted, “That’s why I’m mated to him, isn’t it?” Freya answered, “You were always meant for him. I chose you to be my human because of your own characteristics. That you were mated to him was an added bonus that made you as my choice agreeable to those involved in the decision.”
I didn’t want to think about that. Thinking about the events logically, I knew a lot of people wouldn’t believe anyone had seen a white wolf. But the ones that did…. most were likely to be bad people. You’d have the ones who were curious and then the power hungry jerks who’d want to kidnap me.
Xander pulled me out of those thoughts by pointing out we needed to go back. I didn’t want to deal with this. I was so tired of having meetings about myself. I didn’t want to talk about what happened to me. I didn’t want to talk about being the white wolf. I didn’t want to talk about any of it.
I wanted to shove it in the closet and lock the door.
I wanted some normalcy, but clearly normal was just not in the cards for me.
Freya snorted, “You are a genius who came up with Laxenread, the wolf serum, and a smattering of others you have yet to disclose to everyone. You found a way to protect the Hood from Mintor poisonings. Plus, you are the leader of the Resistance. Normal was never in the cards for you, my dear.”
Did my wolf have to be right and make excellent points all the time? We headed back. I figured Xander could get back how I did, through the creek. I closed my eyes and then we were back in the treehouse.
I linked Freya, “Can you make me pass out from being marked?” Freya snorted, “No. We will sleep a little longer than normal. Actually, for you, it will probably mean sleeping eight hours; like normal people. Being marked doesn’t wipe us out. We aren’t like other wolves.”
I grumbled, “Come on! You could take over and fake it for me.” Freya laughed, “Just face the music, Melanie. We are who we are.” I really didn’t want to. I was tired of the fact that I was constantly facing the dang music.
Maybe if we just stayed in the treehouse the real world would stay away. Xander had to make good points about why they wouldn’t leave without talking to us. My brothers were tenacious, and they’d be worried. Great. Fabulous.
Freya snorted, “We can take care of ourselves.” Agreed. We’d been doing it for quite some time now. I’d been doing it without her too. I could definitely handle myself. Would anyone else see that? Probably not…the odds were not in my favor on that one.
Once we got outside, I jumped on Xander’s back for a piggyback ride. We stayed that way until we ran into his parents, EJ, and Elise. Reality quickly crashed down on me. All these people would be fighting for me because I was the white wolf. They would face battles over it.
Freya reasoned, “Many people already fight for you in the Resistance.” I argued, “That’s to fight back against injustices… this is going to be because of the color of our fur. It’s not the same.” People were talking around me as these thoughts swirled.
I was vaguely aware that they ran through the list of people at said meeting.
I really didn’t want to do this. Elise insisted we get it over with.
Oh my gosh. She was totally still planning to have our girl’s night.
Elise linked me, “I see the look on your face, and you’re right.
We are having our girl’s night. It’s been planned forever so we are going. ”
I thought about it and statistically the odds were not in favor of me being able to go. If anyone could convince EJ… it would be Elise. My attendance was probably a lost cause though. No one was going to agree after I’d shifted into the white wolf.
I never got to go anywhere over lies about crossing the border and now it was going to be about the color of my wolf. At least that was actually something to do with me. I could sneak out the window though… or have Valentina shimmer me there.
So… those were options. I could still go… it was just unlikely I was going to do so with the group that had gathered consensus. Xander popped us into the living room. Everyone was staring at me when we arrived. Some with curiosity… some with worry… all with amazement.
I linked Paige, Sierra, Avery, and Addison, “I noticed none of you were wearing your WATCHES. They have your serums in them…for a reason! You guys would’ve been fine!” Seirra replied, “I’ll put mine on for girls’ night.”
Paige chuckled, “I already have mine and my powers are back.” They would’ve been back in the fight if they’d worn them. I resisted the urge to groan. Xander wanted to know where Trevor was. So did I. Trevor and I had things to discuss.
Now, that moronic idiot couldn’t stand on his lie that we were mates. There was no reason not to have a frank and honest discussion. Dylan mentioned the possibility of one of the Conners’ boys being mated to a Dragon. I bit my lip because I knew a Dragon and her name was Kingsley.
Dylan had a chance of being right because Kingsley was unmated… except I thought she’d be cute with Crown Prince Hastein Cambridge… but he was the Conners cousin. Currently, Kingsley was working for the Resistance in Europe to see if she could get a bead on any Ring groups there.
My Dragon friend could move around without suspicion, but I needed to reach out to her.
I might need her to come back here now… I knew she wanted to find her mate.
Hastein was still dark on a mission… but he would come back eventually…
then he couldn’t CHANGE HIS SCHEDULE at the last minute.
He was so annoying with his schedule changes.
I did know that her Dragon, Kayda, was beautiful and she was full of sass. She could also breathe what was basically lava… it was still fire… but with a liquid component. I’d actually looked up that trait in the older texts about Dragons before they vanished from the supernatural world.
Kingsley’s coloring and the whole breathing lava fire…
was reported to be a royal trait. Kingsley was definitely a Princess.
I’d gotten her everything I could on her abilities.
We’d actually saved each other a few times.
She ended up wanting to work for me in the Resistance and I helped her with her own organization she started and ran.
I would definitely have to reach out to Kingsley to see if she wanted to come back this way.
She hated Trevor along with the fact that I wouldn’t let her kill him with her breathing fire and lava on him.
The more I thought about it, Hastein and Kingsley firmed up as a couple in my mind… like a sane person.