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I nodded. "He made my wolf react the moment I met him. And at first, it was great. And then it wasn't."
"Some failed mate bonds are like that."
"And ours?" I asked. "What's going to make ours different?"
"Maybe nothing," he responded. "But maybe everything. I want my wolf to be right."
"Me too," I said in a whisper.
"I think they are," he said.
I nodded. "It feels different from the other times." Maybe it was because I'd waited longer before jumping into a potential mating. The other times, I'd very much let my wolf take the driving seat. But this time, she was a passenger. I wasn't ignoring her, but I was taking steps to make sure that Fenrir matched me in ways that went beyond what she needed, and hopefully, that would set us up for a long time to come.
Chapter 11
FENRIR
The doorbell of my studio sounded, and I picked up my phone to answer it, seeing my uncle on the other side of the camera.
"It's open," I said, not watching his response. He'd been here enough times that I knew he knew what to do.
Sure enough, the creak of the stairs sounded, and he appeared at the threshold taking up as much space as he usually did. I supposed that was what came with being Thor.
"Your suit's ready," I said. "Let me grab it."
"Thanks. I appreciate it. I know it's not that long since you last made me one."
"It's been longer than you think," I responded. "And that one was black. The blue of the new one will look good on you." I headed over to the rack of garment bags and selected the one with his name on it.
"Thanks." He took it from me. "Same as usual for payment?"
I nodded. "Just transfer it over. How's Daisy?"
A smile spread over his face at the mention of his girlfriend. "She's good. Things are going well. I was thinking about asking her to move in with me."
"That's great," I responded, trying not to think about Delia and the fact that she'd talked about us doing that last week. She was right, itwastoo soon, but that didn't mean it wasn't on my mind. "Do you think she'll say yes?" I asked in the hope that I could avoid talking about my own thoughts.
"I hope so. Though I know she likes living close to her metal-working studio, so maybe she'll be reluctant about that."
"What does she do when she stays at yours?"
"She uses part of my forge," he said.
"Maybe you could change it so that part of the forge is just a studio of her own?" I suggested, thinking about ways I could change my own house in order to make it more suited to Delia when she moved in. Apparently, it wasn't even anifin my head, but a when.
"I can see about that," he said. "So, Hel said you were seeing someone."
"My sister should learn to keep her mouth shut."
Thor chuckled. "And who is going to make her do that? She's scarier than the rest of our pantheon put together. I'd rather take on Odin than Hel."
I laughed. "Fair point. But yes, I met someone. She's nice."
My uncle raised an eyebrow. "Nice?"
"She's great..." The doorbell went again, cutting through the conversation. I frowned, not really sure who it would be. I didn't have any other appointments today. "Sorry, one second."
Thor shrugged. "Do what you've got to do."
