Page 5 of Mated to Fenrir
FENRIR
I watched the blonde woman run away from me, a little shocked at the turn of events. I stepped forward to follow her, only for members of the crowd to get in the way. I murmured my apologies to people as I stepped past them, though I doubted many of them were heard over the music and the shouts of people talking to one another.
My wolf howled away inside me, urging me on to go and find the woman he'd recognised as my mate. It had been a long time since I'd felt the reaction to anyone, and I didn't want to let her go without at least having a conversation where I could learn her name.
I finally managed to get to the edge of the dance floor, only to find that there were more people milling around, and none of them were the blonde whose kiss I could still feel on my lips.
A surge of disappointment came from my wolf, and it seemed like he curled up, accepting that he wasn't going to find her again today.
I let out a frustrated sigh. As quiet as he was now, I knew that there was going to be no stopping thinking about the womanuntil I'd seen her again, and found out more about what we could have.
With nothing else for it, I headed to the bar in the VIP section, which was thankfully a little quieter than the rest of the masquerade.
I ordered myself an akavit and sat there, swirling it around the glass but not drinking.
Someone sat down beside me and I looked up to find my sister joining me. Hel flipped her distinctive light-blue hair over her shoulder in a nonchalant way that I knew had taken her years to perfect. "You're acting strange, brother." She flagged down the bartender to get herself a drink.
"What do you know of strange?" I responded.
"I would argue a lot." She gestured to her half-mask, which was patterned after a skull, much the same way she could do to her own face if she used her necromancy.
The bartender set a drink down in front of her, and she smiled her thanks. I took a sip of my own drink, enjoying the distinct taste of caraway and dill seeds mixed with the spirit, and not really knowing what to do with myself otherwise.
"I didn't realise you were coming tonight," she said as she drank some of her bright pink cocktail through a straw.
"I wasn't going to," I admitted. "But Father got me a ticket."
"Mmm, I wonder what Father is planning for this evening," she mused.
"Best not to think about it too much," I responded.
"True. And Loki isn't really our problem," she pointed out. "So, what's bothering you?"
"How do you know that something is up?"
She shrugged. "I've known you for a long time."
I sighed. "My wolf responded to someone."
"Ah." Hel put down her cocktail glass. "I thought finding your fated mate was a good thing? You spent all that time writingpoetry about how your mate would be like the moon back in the sixteenth century."
I groaned. "I thought you'd forgotten about that."
"I'm your sister, it's my jobneverto forget about that. Just like it's my job to remember the time you made a fool of yourself following that longboat captain around."
"My wolf liked him," I murmured.
"Like your wolf likes this person?" she asked curiously.
I nodded.
"All right, so why aren't you with them? Isn't your wolf responding some kind of sign that they're your fated mate?"
"Yes."
"So..."
I sighed and downed the rest of my drink, barely tasting it. "She ran away after we kissed."
