Page 8 of Mated to Fenrir
"Your wolf wanting me isn't enough," I said, even as my own protested against my words and wanted nothing more than to tell him that was all I needed to know. "You haven't even told me your name."
A war started behind his eyes, one that I recognised. My heart went out to him. It wasn't easy to always be fighting against the wolf within.
"Fenrir," he said.
"Like the god." It wasn't the most dazzling thing to say, especially considering where I was.
"Iamthe god."
"Ah, makes sense," I responded.
"Shouldn't you be more surprised that your fated mate is a god?"
I laughed. "We met at a Jinx event, and we're at another one held by a god," I pointed out. "And my friends are all dating them." Though I had to admit that now he was asking, Iwasa little surprised that a god was feeling as if I was his fated mate.
"You haven't told meyourname either," he said.
"Delia," I responded. "I am not a god."
He chuckled. "I guessed."
"I hate to ask this, but would you mind stepping back? My wolf is...well, I'm sure you can imagine."
He nodded, and moved away, though it seemed to be with reluctance. Which made sense. His wolf had to be making this as difficult for him as mine was for me.
"Better?" he asked.
"Barely," I responded. "My wolf is almost in control right now."
"I know the feeling."
I took a deep breath, ignoring all the people around us. None of them were paying any attention to us anyway. It was one of the good things about my friends all being loved up at themoment. Chelsea and Anise were distracted by their boyfriends, while Adelaide was no doubt helping Horus with his hosting duties, leaving me to deal with my fated mate problem on my own.
Which was probably better. They'd tell me to do something reckless.
"So, what now?" I asked Fenrir. "If you give me a list of places to avoid, I can stay out of your way until this passes."
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"I..." There was nothing I could say in response to that, especially when the answer was no. I didn't want that. "I don't know."
"We can avoid one another if you want," he said. "Or we can go on a date."
I stared at him for a moment. "A date?"
"It is what people do when they're interested in getting to know one another better and think they could have something."
"You think we could?" My heart raced. It was one thing to be standing opposite my fated mate, but quite another to be standing opposite a god telling me that he wanted something more with me.
"Our wolves certainly think we could," he said.
"And how often has yours been right?" The question slipped out without me meaning it to. That wasn't the kind of thing I should be asking so soon after meeting him.
He chuckled. "Twice."
A strange feeling came over me, but it was hard to identify exactly what it was. "Twice?"
"I'm just about eight hundred years old, I've not lived my entire life waiting for one person," he said.
