Page 9 of Mated to Fenrir
"Oh, right, of course not." I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "What happened to your other fated mates?"
A sad expression crossed his face. "They died."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's been a long time since then, and neither of them would want me to be alone."
I swallowed hard. Could I really do this? Be the fated mate of someone who I knew would outlive me?
"Why didn't you make them immortal?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realise you knew that was an option."
"Well, I do."
"For one of them, I was about to make her immortal when she died. She wanted to make it special, and we had it planned. But then someone attacked our village." A haunted expression crossed his face, leaving no doubt about what the rest of that story was.
"I'm sorry." I reached out to touch his arm, half-regretting it the moment my wolf responded. I doubted she was going to listen to me if I told her that she was supposed to be calm in this moment.
"It's okay," he said, looking at my hand as if I were doing something unexpected. "It was a long time ago, I mostly think about the good memories I have of her."
I nodded. "What about your other fated mate?" I asked curiously.
"He didn't want to be immortal."
"Surely if that was the case, he wouldn't have matched as your fated mate?"
Fenrir shrugged. "I think when we first met, he didn't know that he wasn't interested in immortality, and I didn't know that I wanted someone who would be with me for longer."
"And now?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You tell me. What's your take on immortality?"
I swallowed hard. "I haven't spent much time thinking about it."
Everything about his expression said that he didn't believe me. In some ways, that was fair. If fate said that we were right for one another, then this was the kind of thing that our views probably lined up on. I was sure there'd be small things that we didn't agree on, but that wasn't going to be the case for the big things.
"It's a fair question if we're going to talk about the fated mates situation," he said.
"Maybe you should buy me a drink before asking me personal questions."
He laughed. "All right, I know an all-night diner not far from here."
"An all-night diner?"
"They do a great milkshake," he said. "It'll make your wolf calmer."
"It might take more than a milkshake to do that," I muttered.
"True. But there's bright lighting, no alcohol, and no romantic music."
I laughed. "Ah, you're trying to get our wolves to behave."
"Something like that. But if you want to stay at the party, I understand."
I shook my head. "A milkshake sounds good." I wasn't going to be able to concentrate on anything else if I knew he was here.
"And then you'll tell me how you feel about immortality?" he checked.
