Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
He frowns, he stays silent as he thinks a moment. “Your wondering if we shouldn’t be adding those modifications to our vehicles?” his question was more of a statement.
I nod my head “Yes.” I say.
“Is it because of the Black Magic Coven.” Asher asks, he had been listening having looked up from the book he had been reading. It was the tome that had requested to go with him from the Willow Tree Library.
I nod again “Yes.”
“They have you worried?” Nathen asked.
I seemed to have been read so easily by everyone in this Jeep, this time I don’t nod, I just simply said again “Yes.”
Damien takes one hand off the wheel and reaches over to lace his fingers through mine, the comfort from his touch was instant.
“I’ll be right here by your side through whatever comes our way.” he said, his voice firm, his love for me coming through our bond to wrap me in it’s warmth. “If you want to add reinforcements and modifications to our vehicles, I will help you have it done.”
I’m smiling again, grateful to have such a caring and understanding male as my mate. “Thank you my love.” I tell him, my voice a little husky with my emotions. O
His smile is soft and his eyes warm as he says, “I love you my Starlight.” in a husky voice.
I could feel my smile go soft and loving, I could feel my eyes fill with the warmth of my love. “I love you too my darling mate.” my voice husker with these words.
“I’m suddenly reminded of mom and dad.” Asher says dryly.
“Same.” Nathen replied in a tone just as dry as Asher’s. O
I look at them with narrowed eyes “And is that such a bad thing?” I asked them, my tone daring them to say it was.
Asher looks amused and gives me a half smile. “When I was younger I used to be embarrassed by their blatant affection for each other.” he says.
My look turned curious.”Now?” I asked.
He draws in a deep breath and lets it out on a sigh, when he meets my gaze his face has a serious look on it. “Now….I hope I have a mate that looks at me the way you do Damien….the way mom looks at dad.” he falls silent, but I wait for him to speak
again. I had a feeling he wasn’t done with his explanation. “More…. I want to be a mate that deserves to have that look given to me.” 2 was as I
I smile at him, my brother didn’t realize it, but he was as much a romantic as our father was. “You’ll make a great mate to your fated mate.” I tell him, my tone firm with that belief.
“Mates.” Damien said.
I look at him curiously, “Mates?” I asked.
“Asher is fated to have two mates.” he says, surprising us all.”
“How do you know that?” I asked him.
“When you awoke our primal powers, one of mine became the ability to see a beings red string of fate, the one that binds fated mates together.” he says.
My mouth drops open. “You’re kidding?!” I asked, my voice filled with shocked surprise.
He chuckles. “No I’m not joking.” he says with an amused smile “Asher has two red strings, just as Bulma had two strings attaching her to her two mates.”
Asher looks a little shocked, “So I am to have two mate?” he askes, his voice was deliberately calm. Asher was trying to control his emotions.
Damien looks serious as he answers “Yes, you are fated to be apart of a triad, I don’t know with who, or what their genders are,” he says.
Asher nod’s then looks out the window and seems to fall deep into his thoughts. Nathen is looking at him, then he turns to me.
“We won’t hear anything more out of him till he’s done thinking.” he tells me, then he looks towards Damien “For the record, I don’t want to know about my red string, or strings just yet.” Q
Damien nods “Fair enough, I promise to answer should you ever come to me when your ready to ask that question.” he says.
“Thank you.” Nathen says. Damien just nods in response.
“Where are we stopping for the night?” Nathen asks me.
Never having been this far from the Pack I was excited to see everything. “We are going to be stopping in a mostly human occupied city.” I gushed “There’s an Amusement Park in the city and Damien promised to take me when we stopped for the night.” my excitement was in my words.
