Wolf you Up! - Chapter 86

Silphie was speechless. She looked at the omega whose eyes didn’t seem to lie and she smiled softly. The news would not fail to rejoice the whole tribe. Her husband would even forget his animosity towards the outsider who didn’t even covet the village. That’s right. They just needed time so Elias listen to reason.

After all, if he was so on edge, it was simply because he cared about the tribe and felt guilty for the blessing.

Her smile widened and Silphie nodded.

“I would talk to Elias about it, but I’m sure he will approve right away.”

Glen looked at his mate who nodded to tell him he was sure of his decision. They were about to go inside when they heard near the porch, footsteps muffled by the snow. The next moment, their eyes caught a figure jumping over the railing.

Connor landed crouched on the wood, which creaked under his weight, then immediately straightened. The man ran towards the front door, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth which blew air in the vain hope of warming them.

He stormed his way past them and the couple watched the light brown-haired man as he opened the door and slammed it right after him.

“I’ll see how he’s doing. What kind of idiot goes in such a cold when he has no fur to protect him?” The Soul Healer grumbled as she entered.

Glen and Eden exchanged a look and turned to the woman who was watching the scene with an expression between astonishment and disbelief.

“How about we settle inside to finally finish this conversation? I guess there are other things we should know, right?” Glen asked while already walking inside and Silphie called out to him as he crossed the threshold just after Eden.

“There is something that bothers me. You’re marked, aren’t you? I mean, the Omega’s mark, you have it, and yet you don’t seem to suffer from the effects. Alphas are supposed to feel the urge to mark their mate.” The tone of her voice was concerned and the woman looked between the omega and Glen who had paused his movement.

“I feel the effects, but…”

“Close that damn door, inside is colder than a mammoth ass! I can’t feel the fire because of the wind!” Connor shouted from the living room where he was sitting in front of the fireplace.

“How on earth you could know how cold is a mam…” Glen retorted before stopping. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to know. He might give me an answer,” the alpha mumbled then turned back to the place in the room where Connor was.

The man whose light brown hair was wet had taken off his coat wet because of the snow to practically stick to the hearth of the fireplace.

Eden, who had joined him, put the fur the Skinwalkers used to lay him during his magic sleep on his shoulders and began to rub his back gently.

“Whatever…” The alpha muttered and then rolled his eyes, his features suddenly softened. He grabbed the doorknob then motioned to make the woman come inside and Silphie rushed into the house. She walked into the living room while Connor sneezed loudly in front of the fireplace. The woman joined the group inside as the Soul Healer ordered in an annoyed voice.

“Move! I don’t want to burn my fur because of you!

Before the agent could react, The Elder shifted to a big grey wolf and barked. The man complied and moved back at least six feet to let a sufficient distance from the fire. The grey wolf came and lay on Connor’s legs to warm him up. The agent, a smile plastered on his face up to his ears, was about to comment when the wolf in his lap started to growl and bare her teeth to discourage him.

In fear of losing his source of heat, the man swallowed his words and leaned on the old wolf’s body.

A few seconds later, the agent let out a grunt of relief when he felt his limbs slowly warming up. Still wary after the altercation he had with her husband moments ago, Silphie approached Connor quietly.

“I can bring you something warm to drink if you want,” She offered to him as he was playing with the Elder’s fur under the guise of warming up his fingers.

Eden who had pulled back kept stealing sideways glances to the man who ignored the werewolf lying on his legs yet openly growling to warn him.

Without paying much attention to the woman who had just spoken, the agent proceeded to poke The Elder’s ears, which twitched with every slight touch.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m already much better.”

Hearing his words, the Soul Healer rose to her feet and Connor quickly added with a sheepish smile.

“Not enough to move properly. Look Oldie, my fingers are still all red and stiff.” Connor raised his hands to the level of the old wolf’s eyes and moved his knuckles which had indeed difficulty in bending normally.

“I think she’s getting angry,” commented Eden who couldn’t fight the wide smile that lift his cheeks in front of the unexpected scene.

“But she was the one who proposed!” The agent whined in a falsely disappointed voice. When the Soul Healer plopped back on his legs, his eyes sparkled once again as he started scratching the base of her neck through her fur.

Eden observed the reaction of the old werewolf while holding his breath. When the guttural growl with which The Elder threatened Connor died, replaced by silent approval, a sign that he had finally found her sweet spot, the omega muffled his chuckles into his fist.

Glen, who had sat on one of the two sofas with Silphie, shook his head, mouth twisted in a silent laugh. He shrugged when the latter gave him a quizzical look.

Eden left Connor to his taming mission and joined his mate. He was about to take a seat in the empty spot on the chair when the alpha grabbed his hand and tugged on him to make him fall on his lap before wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist.

Silphie then repeated her question as she had only heard the beginning of the answer.

“You are marked, but you don’t seem to be feeling the effects of your Omega’s mark, even though the moon has been up for a while now.”

“I feel them,” Glen replied, dragging out his answer. He didn’t know how to find the words to explain to the woman that he was feeling the effects, but they were nothing compared to the bloodlust he had experienced and yet successfully fended off.

The dominant suddenly wondered how the alphas who had passed the trial in the old times. It was very clearly an ordeal capable of enraging a dominant with little control over his inner wolf.

The sensation was similar to an urge pushing him towards his omega. The slightest positive or negative emotion felt by his mate was a pretext to trigger his desire to mark the Sub.

Back in the motel room the night before, Glen had thoughtlessly obeyed his mate. Using his desires to distract him, Eden had skillfully taken him out of the red zone where his urge to claim him and his bloodlust had been mixed up.

The alpha focused back on the conversation and tried to give the simplest explanation to Silphie to avoid awkward or problematic questions.

“I assume being a fated mate makes the ordeal easier to endure than for an alpha who has chosen his omega.”

The woman then looked at Eden as if to confirm, but the blond only gave her an embarrassed smile.

“I can’t speak, sorry. On my side, I indeed have this permanent desire that Glen marks me, but, apart from that, I feel rather normal?” He scratched his temple before shrugging his shoulders to express that he had nothing more to add.

Silphie didn’t push the matter further and she continued enthusiastically.

“It’s truly wonderful that our Goddess has chosen to be fated mates. I mean, the future King and Warrior. I dare not even imagine how much you two will change the werewolves’ world in the future.”

“Excuse me! Who is the King?” The omega wiggled on his dominant’s thighs and looked at him. The latter replied with a face that implied that he had no idea what the woman was talking about.

By the fireplace, Connor stopped scratching behind The Elder’s ear to turn around.

“That’s true! I forgot about it! Congratulations, Goldie! Looks like you’re a king.”

A low growl called him to order and the agent resumed his position to caress the old werewolf. The Elder rested her head which she had raised to protest the interruption of the massage which was actually quite pleasant and closed her eyes lazily as the man’s fingers resumed their circular motions against the back of her head.

Jaws gaping, Eden blinked before a nervous laugh escaped his mouth. He scanned the witch’s face for clues that he had misunderstood, or that she was playing a joke on him.

Silphie kept the same serious expression and the blond swallowed.

“What do you mean by King? Is it still something related to the hidden history of the werewolves and Bloodhood? There is still a part that we do not know?”

The woman shook her head in denial and began her explanations.

“It’s something that has nothing to do with our past. It’s based on the natural hierarchy of the werewolves.”

“Yeah, but for your information, I’m precisely at the bottom of the hierarchy among the werewolves. I’m an omega you know,” Eden retorted, clearly panicked because he had just heard.

How could this woman say he was a king when he was only an omega? Any werewolf would shred her on the spot for her insolence. Not in Bloodhood of course, but… Everyone else. Bloodhood would rejoice. Some of his packmates would grumble, but the rest of the packs around the country and everywhere else wouldn’t react well to such news.

The young werewolf was lost in his thoughts, looking for one reason after another to refute the statement which was simply absurd, when he saw the screen open in front of him. He then heard Glen’s voice echoed in his head.

[The Chosen One… The title the system addresses you with. Isn’t that what she’s talking about? It would make sense. That would explain why you got that system too.

After all, those people knew I was the Warrior and I doubt they had access to that dashboard so they must know something. Maybe this title of ‘King’ means that you are the one chosen by the Moon Goddess?]

The inside of his head was still a mess and Eden blinked without answering, unable to do anything more. Glen decided to take the lead.

“If it was true that Eden had been chosen to be King of the Werewolves what exactly would that mean? Werewolves live in packs, each pack with its customs, rules, and alpha to whom they obey. We are not a race that would respond obediently to the authority of a king.”

“There is no if because there is no doubt. The golden fur of your mate is proof that he has been chosen by the Moon Goddess. This is also the first time that a werewolf has been blessed with entirely golden fur.

All the werewolves who have distinguished themselves in history had in common to have part of their fur which is golden.”

“Maybe it’s a coincidence?” Glen tried to reason while Eden was still dissecting the information.

“Stop the fuss! Accept the dignity and take the crown, Goldie! I bet you’ll slay that shit!”

Connor cheered on and the old werewolf on his lap let out an amused grunt.

“It’s a role you’ll have to take whether you want to or not. If that’s the name that bothers you, see it as the role of a leader around whom all the packs will gather to face a major threat.

The blessing of the Goddess is proportional to the threat and your fur is completely golden, which is the first time since the werewolves have existed. I’ll let you guess what that entails.”

“Is Light the threat you’re talking about?”

“Yes. That’s what I think. Now that she has failed the first battle, she will do everything to win the war and destroy both the Werewolves and the Skinwalkers.. She is the greatest menace ever.”