In his search for the missing member of the cadre, Fenrys stumbles upon Vaughanâs little sister, who is also searching for her brother. They strike a deal, and set off to find the slippery male.
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Oooohhh I love this.
Sheâs around during a meeting with Kier and Eris and the whole time Eris is just distracted by her.
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In his search for the missing member of the cadre, Fenrys stumbles upon Vaughanâs little sister, who is also searching for her brother. They strike a deal, and set of to find the slippery male.
Summary- Fenrys and Y/n finally have the time to themselves with no interruptions
Warnings- smut(very little plot lol)
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Part Sixteen
Home.
The word spins around in her head at a dizzying pace as she walks. As she gets closer and closer to their room, her brotherâs words get louder in her mind, your home, and her heart seems to beat in time with the words. This room wasnât her home, but neither was the cottage across the ocean, she didnât know where home was anymore, but it seemed like her brother did, perhaps her heart did too.
Y/n and Vaughan had spent nearly half the night telling each other of their adventures, the ones they planned to take, and it felt like theyâd gone back in time. When she would stay up for as long as she physically could to spend as much time with him as possible before he slipped away again. Sheâd nearly fallen over in her seat when Vaughan had insisted that she go back to bed, she only left when he swore he would still be there in the morning. Even as she walked away, she wasnât quite convinced he would be.
The stone halls around her are dark, the riders of the clan already in their beds, the torches on the walls snuffed out. It is only due to her fae sight and this little tugging in her gut that she is able to find the door to the room at all. It was like her body knew exactly where Fenrys was, even when she could not see him.
Quietly, she slips through the door, expecting to find him snoring in the small bed and sheâd have to force herself into what little space was left beside the massive male. Sheâd end up lying on top of him in her sleep, either by her traitor of a body moving on its own, or by the male tugging her onto his chest.
Instead, she finds Fenrys sitting up, leaning heavily against the wall behind the bed, and heâs squinting down at a book in the dim candle light. Her heart beats faster, in time with the words in her head, home, home, home.
âYouâre still up?â
His gaze lifts to hers and she winces, how he was reading with one of his eyes nearly swollen shut she has no idea. Fenrys marks the page and sets the book down beside him, giving her a soft grin that pulls at the split in his lip. Y/n moves towards him, perching on the edge of the bed, reaching for him like its second nature. She cradles his face in her palms, her thumb stroking over the wounded lips that had kissed her so soundly earlier, had kissed other parts of her too. Y/n tries to push those memories to the side, ignoring the heat in her veins, but that is nearly impossible when his hands fall on her waist, a gentle pressure to keep her in place.
âI told you Iâd wait for you,â he says, kissing the pad of her thumb.
âYou didnât have to,â she whispers, âItâs late.â
Fenrys shrugs, and she notices the wince he tries to hide at the motion, âThis is nothing, kitten. Iâve gone days, nearly weeks without sleep before.â
âIâm sure you have,â Y/n says with a soft smile, âYouâll have to tell me all of your war stories.â
Fenrys grins and it pulls on his cut lip, âIâll tell you whatever stories youâd like to hear.â
Her fingers trail over the edge of the bruise around his eye and the one on his jaw, her magic spooling in her chest, ready to be released. She holds it back, wrestling her magic into submission, the last time sheâd used her powers on him had been an accident but it had taken to much from him against his will, she wouldnât do that again.
âCan I?â She lightly grazes the cut on his temple, âI donât want you to be in pain.â
There is a softness in his eyes, an understanding, as he nods once, âDo your worst, kitten.â
As if drawn in by an invisible force, she leans into him, gently kissing his temple, the cut slowly stitching together and disappearing entirely. When his eyes shut, a sigh of relief passing his lips, she trails her lips down, touching the bruised eye that shifts from black to yellow to his golden brown skin. And when he blinks up at her, seeing her clearly, his eyes are so full of emotion, and her heart is beating so rapidly, home, home, home, she kisses him, letting her magic seek and heal.
His arms are around her, pulling her into him until she is flush against his chest. She fights to keep her control, to not let his expert mouth distract her, to make her as mindless as sheâd been their first kiss, when she had taken to much. She pulls back, panting, forcing her magic back down into the well it usually sat in, and when she sees that scar still intact on his brow, she sighs in relief.
Fenrys takes a deep breath, his brows no longer furrowed in pain, âYouâre astonishing, kitten.â
Before she can even think to respond, his mouth is on hers again, and Fenrys shifts, twisting them so she is lying on the bed with him above her. Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, and Fenrys kisses her, slowly, lazily, taking his time to drive her absolutely wild. He is in no rush, taking all of her soft sighs and purrs, tucking them away for later. Itâs almost torturous, the languid pace he sets, because all she wants is more, more of him, more of whatever this thing between them was, the aching need, the undeniable tug she could feel on her heart, as if there was this little string tied to it, and on the other side sat Fenrys and his own heart, beating in time with her own. Home, home, home.
He pulls back, just enough to whisper against her lips, âWe should sleep.â
Itâs the last thing she wants to do, and she knows he wants exactly what she does, the evidence of that is pressed against her thigh. She wants to wrap her legs around him and pull him closer to her, to feel him pressed against her core instead, to drive him as wild as he does her. But his massive form keeps her pinned, unable to move, to do anything but beg him to relieve some of the pressure between her thighs.
âFenrys,â she pleads.
He kisses her again, keeping that same slow pace, before whispering, âYouâre exhausted, you need to rest.â
âI need you,â she says, and she pulls him back to her lips, pouring the fire in her veins into him, âI need you more than Iâve needed anything.â
Her heart is hammering in her chest, home, home, home. Y/n can feel the word pounding against her ribs, fueling the fire in her veins, the need to drive this male over the edge of his control. She pulls his healed lip between her teeth, biting hard enough to draw a groan from deep in his chest. Her own chest tightens, and she arches into him, his hands slip beneath her back, pressing her closer and she knows sheâs almost won.
âYou need sleep.â He kisses her between each word, pulling back just enough to groan, âLet me be a gentleman for once in my life.â
âFenrys,â she gasps into his mouth, and she shoves him over the edge, âStop being so honorable and fuck me.â
And sheâs won.
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me, kitten.â
Fenrys feels the weak hold over his control break at her request and he realizes he would do anything she asked of him, no blood oath necessary. He would walk into the burning pit in the center of this fortress if she asked, he would burn and yield everything he was and is and he would die happily. He would do whatever she wanted and if she wanted him to fuck her, gods he would.
He pulls away from her and rips his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric across the room, not caring where it lands as her legs wrap around his hips, pulling their bodies flush together. Fenrys canât hold back his groan as she rolls her hips upwards, giving his aching hard length much needed friction. Heâs falling back into her, capturing her lips in a burning kiss that leaves them both panting.
His hands rip at the cloth hiding her body from him, she can yell at him for ruining the shirt later, right now he needs to see the perfect shape of her, feel her beneath his palms. When her chest is exposed to him, he wastes no time, the soft flesh of her breast fitting perfectly into his hands as if they were made solely to touch her, to please her.
Fenrys drags his mouth away from hers, letting her moans fill the air around them as he kisses down her throat, over her collar, and between the valley of her breasts. Y/n arches into him, her legs squeezing his hips like a vice, and he can feel the promising heat of her hiding beneath her leggings. He wants nothing more than to rip the cloth from her legs and sink into that heat, and from the whimpering pleas coming from her lips, he knows that is exactly what she wants.
âFen- please,â she gasps, her head thrown back against the pillow, âGods I need you.â
âI know,â Fenrys groans, âLift your hips, kitten.â
She readily does as sheâs told, freeing him from the constraints of her legs around his own hips to lift hers off of the bed, allowing Fenrys to slip his fingers beneath the band of her leggings and tug them off, underwear and all. And again, she is bare beneath him, looking nothing less than a full feast only for him to see and enjoy, to devour and worship. If he wasnât already kneeling on the bed before her, heâd have fallen onto his knees at the sight of her, heâd have crawled for her and begged her to let him have her just like this, writhing beneath him full of need.
She sits forwards, reaching for him as she hooks her fingers into the laces of his leathers. Each brush of her fingers over the strained leather sends a shock of pain and pleasure over him, if she wraps those hands around him Fenrys may just die from it.
She struggles with the tight laces and growls lowly, âOff.â
Fenrys laughs, taking her wrist in his hands, âSo impatient.â
He lifts her left wrist to his lips, kissing her racing pulse before pressing both of her palms to his chest. Her touch lights him on fire, and he takes that touch and guides it across his feverish skin, lower and lower. Her nails lightly drag across the tight muscles of his stomach and Fenrys groans at the slight hurt.
He letâs go of her, leaving her hands pressed to his skin as he easily works open the laces, sighing in relief as the pressure lessens.
âWhat do you need?â Fenrys asks, halting his movements even if itâs the last thing he wants to do, âTell me what you need, kitten.â
Her pupils are blown impossibly wide, full of pure lust, âI need you, Fenrys, I need you inside me, now.â
That final word, a demand that he would not fight, could not fight. Heâd survived severing the blood oath, but this? This bond between them, this incessant need to have her in every way he could, was so much stronger, would demand more than just his life if he tried to break it, not that he ever would.
Fenrys doesnât take his time ripping off his leathers, and he nearly comes undone when she moans at the sight of him. He doesnât have the chance to hesitate, to ask her one last time if this is what she truly wants, before Y/n has her legs wrapped around him, pulling him just like she had when theyâd been clothed. Now, there was nothing between them, nothing between the wet heat of her and his aching cock.
âFuck,â he groans, leaning over her to brace his arms on either side of her, âSo ready for me arenât you, kitten?â
âYes,â she gasps, âPlease Fen-â
She doesnât have to beg, he cannot deny her, or himself. Fenrys shifts, using one hand to hold his weight while the other wraps around his cock to guide himself to her entrance. Sheâs so wet, so ready for him, that he barely has to shift his hips forward to sink into her. She wraps around him so perfectly, squeezing down on every inch of him as he slowly settles inside her. He has to grasp for whatever is left of his control to not slam his hips down, to let her adjust to the stretch, to not hurt her. Heâs barely holding on by a thread with how fucking good she feels.
âShit,â Y/n gasps, her head thrown back, her eyes screwed shut.
âAre you okay?â He says it through his teeth, taking deep breaths to steady himself, âTell me if it hurts.â
Y/n shifts, experimentally rolling her hips, drawing a deep and desperate moan from his lips and a matching one from her own. Nothing had ever felt more perfect, felt this good, not in the one hundred and thirty years heâd been alive.
âGods,â she gasps, rolling those perfect hips again, âPlease, Fen, I need you to move.â
âThank the fucking gods,â Fenrys groans and does exactly as she asks.
He pulls back, gently rocking back into her, still sane enough to keep his strength in check. Fenrys captures her lips, greedily taking all of the moans and whimpers that he draws from her with each roll of his hips. He also gives her his own desperate sounds, letting her have every single piece of him.
Heâs content to go slow, to let her fully adjust, but when she lifts her hips to meet his next stroke, when she pulls away from his kiss to gasp, âFuck me like you mean it.â
Any shred of chivalry leaves his body, as if there was really any to begin with.
Fenrys growls as he pulls back, simply to snap his hips forward, Y/n cries out with the motion and Fenrys loves the sound of it, so he does it again, and again, and again. She is lost in the pleasure, and so is he, chasing the feeling of her warmth around him with each rough drive of his hips. Her legs clench tightly around him and her hands claw his forearms, her whole body tensing in a way that tells Fenrys she is nearing that peak of pleasure and he wants nothing more than to send her over the edge of it.
He has to pull his arm from her intense grip, not breaking his rhythm as he brings his hand between them to draw his thumb in circles around her sensitive clit.
âFenrys!â
He grins wildly, âCome for me.â
His demand is met by a mewling whimper and her body shaking with the damn of her orgasm breaking. Fenrys curses as she clenches around him, the feeling so intense that he feels his own release building to that devastating breaking point.
Sheâs gasping beneath him, her body still trembling with each wave of pleasure that rolls through her in time with his hips. Fenrys is half wild, more fae than anything in that moment, the sight of her beneath him, spent and nearly overstimulated has his hips driving faster, harder. His thumb presses into her again, she jolts and shakes with each pass over the bundle of nerves.
âFuck,â she cries, âI canât-â
âYou can,â he groans, âOne more, give me one more.â
He can already feel her muscles tensing again, the ones around his cock clenching almost painfully around him, bringing him closer and closer until heâs holding on by a thread. He needs her to come first, to fall with him, to feel the same intense emotion that is wrapping around his heart and pulling him down the cliffs edge into the terrifying realization that perhaps heâs already fallen.
Y/n cries out as her swift second orgasm tears through her, and Fenrys follows her, cursing as the intense pleasure rips him to shreds and remakes him all at once.
He rides out both of their pleasures, slowly bringing them down from that high until she stops shaking with it. She goes limp beneath him, her legs falling off his waist, to heavy for her to hold up anymore and Fenrys nearly collapses onto her, holding his weight off of her with the last bit of his strength. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion, her hair a wild mess on the pillow around her, and she is so perfect, so devastatingly beautiful, he wants to have her like this for the rest of their lives.
Mine, his heart beats with the word, and he doesnât want to hold it back anymore.
Fenrys leans into her, kissing her lips softly, relishing the way she sleepily kisses him back.
âMine,â he says, claiming her with his mouth and his heart.
She moans against him, and pulls away to gasp, âMine.â
i looove ur series !! cant wait for part sixteeeen
Ahhh thank you!!! Itâs nearly done, ngl Iâve struggled with this part because Iâm getting into a sort of âdetailed đ â scene that is taking a little longer than usual
The way I sat down to write and proceeded to scroll TikTok for three hours instead when my friend said it was back up đ I swear I donât have a problem
Summary- Y/n isnât taking any of these males shit
Warnings- fighting, angst
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Part Fifteen
  Fenrys is ready to kill the male on the other side of the door.Â
  First, he breaks Y/nâs heart and then he interrupts them right before Fenrys can fully ravish her. The only thing stopping him from throwing that door open and driving a sword through the maleâs gut, is Y/n lying beneath him, covered only by the blanket heâd thrown over her. The overwhelming territorial instinct in him wants to keep her hidden, no one else would see her like this, a voice in his head screaming mine, mine, mine.
  Y/n moves, as if to get up and go to the door in nothing but the sheet and Fenrys glares down at her, âDonât you dare.â
  Heâs up before she can hiss at him, sheâll have to save all that hissing for later once Fenrys dealt with her prick of a brother. She can yell at him all she wants but heâll have her moaning his name again in no time.Â
  Not bothering with a shirt, Fenrys stalks across the room and throws the door open. No sooner than the door revealing the hall is he met with a fist flying into his face, catching him across the jaw. His head whips to the side and he just barely keeps his balance, despite the room shifting on its axis in his vision.Â
  âVaughan!â
  Fenrys wipes the small trickle of blood from his mouth on the back of his hand and bares his teeth in a mocking grin, âIs that all you got? Your sister hits harder than that.â
  Vaughan is an imposing male, almost as tall and dark as Lorcan, no doubt he couldâve killed Fenrys the moment heâd opened the door, but heâd held back. Whether it be for his sake or for his sisterâs, Fenrys didnât really care.Â
  Fenrys launches himself at Vaughan, throwing his fist into the maleâs face similarly to how heâd done to Fenrys. And suddenly they are a storm of fists and snarls, no better than wild beasts. Each hit Fenrys lands, Vaughan returns, earning both of them bruises and bloody noses and split knuckles.Â
  His side sings in pain as Vaughan lands a strike to his ribs, stealing the air out of his lungs. Fenrys kicks out, catching Vaughanâs and sending the male careening to the ground. He doesnât hesitate to rain down his fist into Vaughanâs face, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone.Â
  âFenrys stop,â Y/n orders and he makes the mistake of looking back at her.
  Vaughan shoots up and tackles Fenrys to the ground, sending him sprawling backwards into the room. The male lands two hits to either side of his face before Fenrys can throw Vaughan to the side, shattering the washbasin and soaking them both in water from the pitcher. Fenrys climbs onto the male, getting one satisfying punch to his mouth. He doesnât have time to relish the feeling before Vaughan flies forward, his head catching Fenrys so hard on his chin that his canine rips clean through his lip. His weight shifts backwards, and Vaughan is throwing him off, Fenrys feels his head connect with the edge of the wooden frame of the bed, the splitting pain nearly debilitating.Â
  Vaughan is up, rushing for him and before the male can pin him down, Fenrys kicks him back, his heel driving into Vaughanâs gut, sending him sprawling back. Fenrys had always been quicker than the male, he uses that to his advantage as he leaps to his feet, throwing another harsh kick to Vaughanâs side before he pins the male down, hitting the male again and again and again letting his rage and pent up emotion drive the power in each hit. When he rears back for another, his wrist is caught, nails digging into his skin hard enough to bleed.Â
  âThatâs enough.â
  Her voice is so lethally calm, so powerful, with that air of dominance, that Fenrys freezes, Vaughan beneath him doing the same. Fenrys dares a glance back at her, noting the impromptu dress sheâd made of the sheet covering her, and then he sees her face and Fenrys has the urge to lower his gaze.Â
  The picture of rage, her eyes are narrowed to slits, and she looks like a predator ready to kill. Heâd never felt more like prey under that stare, her keen eyes are now lethal weapons and she looks more animal than fae, one wrong move and she would strike.Â
  Fenrys slowly pushes to his feet, wincing slightly when she lets go of his wrist and the cold air stings the small wounds in his skin. She looks at him like she is holding him at the tip of a sword, ready to run him through.Â
  âY/n,â he says softly.Â
  âOut,â she hisses, glaring at him then down at her brother, âBoth of you, now.â
  Fenrys doesnât hesitate to do as heâs told, helplessly heeding her commands. He doesnât wait to see if Vaughan will follow the order or not, if the male is smart he will. He turns when heâs just outside the door, Vaughan stepping out beside him. A wad of cloth hits Fenrys in the chest, a shirt, and then the door slams shut hard enough to shake the stone beneath his feet.Â
  They stand there in silence for a moment, as if their minds were still trying to catch up to what had just happened. And once his mind does just that, Fenrys curses. Theyâd fucked up, bad.Â
  âI need a drink,â Vaughan sighs, looking at that door like it had mortally wounded him, and then he turns, stalking down the hall, âPut your fucking shirt on.â
  Fenrys glares at the maleâs back but slides the shirt over his head. With one last look at the door to his room, their room, he swears he can feel her piercing glare through the door, Fenrys follows Vaughan silently.Â
  Despite the late hour, the hearth still blazes with heat, the very few riders still awake feeding the fire. Fenrys sits close to the edge, letting the heat dry off his clothes, letting it warm the chill that had set into his bones the further he walked away from her.Â
  Vaughan sat a few feet away from him and Fenrys is more than a little pleased to see the bruises and blood on the maleâs face. No doubt he looks nearly identical, he can feel the ache in his jaw and in his ribs, hopefully nothing broken, but given the sharp pain with each breath, he doesnât think heâll be that lucky.Â
  âKeep your eyes to yourself, Moonbeam,â Vaughan snaps, turning his glaring eyes from the fire.Â
  Fenrys simply grins back at him, âYou know you love the attention.â
  Vaughan scoffs and he turns back to the fire, always a male of few words, and a male who loathed attention. Fenrys knew more about him now from the month of traveling with Y/n than heâd learned in the century of fighting beside the male. And still, he feels like he barely knows Vaughan at all.Â
  âWhere were you going?â Fenrys asks.Â
  Itâs a simple question, but Vaughan is silent for a long time as if there was far more to it than a simple answer. Fenrys lets him stew in it, trying to keep back the words that he wants to scream at the male, why wouldnât you go back for her?Â
  âI donât know,â Vaughan finally says, âI was just flying. Anywhere, everywhere.â
  âExcept home,â Fenrys says shortly.Â
  He sees the wince, the hurt, and Fenrys is satisfied knowing that it wounded him. He deserves it, Fenrys tells himself, even if small part of him feels bad for his friend. There is still a larger part of him that seethes at the male for the hurt heâd caused Y/n, and for the rude interruption.Â
  âI wasnât sure I had a home to go back to,â Vaughan says after a moment.Â
  Fenrys doesnât say anything, only because he feels her approach long before he sees her. As much as he wants to dig into the male, it wasnât his place, and Y/n is more than capable of fighting her own battles.Â
  âBullshit.â
  Fenrys look up at her as she moves into the space between him and her brother. Sheâs dressed in the warm thick clothes heâd stripped off of her less than an hour ago. Fenrys fights off the rising heat in his blood at the memory of her, bare and writhing beneath him, the memory of her taste on his tongue.Â
  âY/n,â Vaughan tries to placate her, but sheâs having none of it.Â
  âYou never even tried,â she snaps, her arms crossed over her chest as if she was trying to shield her heart and hold herself together, âFor twenty years, you left and you never even tried to come back.â
  âI did,â Vaughan snaps.
  Fenrys watches the air punch from Y/nâs lungs, âWhat?â
  Fenrys feels like he shouldnât be there for this conversation, but he couldnât get up and make himself leave. It felt like there was this little thread holding him in place, and on the other side of it was Y/n and all of her rage and fear and sadness.Â
  âI checked on you,â Vaughan explains, âEvery few years, and every time I saw you through the window. I saw our motherâs face, dead because I brought a monster back home with me.â
  The rage on her face shatters, âVaughan.â
  âShe almost caught me,â he says, âWhen I came back that last time, it wrecked me to leave you there, knowing you hated me, and Maeve had sensed it.â
  Fenrys feels cold despite the roaring fire in front of him. And by the way she is trembling, Fenrys knows Y/n feels that chill in her own bones. He reaches for her, taking that shaking hand in his own and she sinks into the seat beside him, holding onto him like a lifeline. Vaughan glances between them, his brow furrowed like he was trying to decipher something. And then thereâs a look of surprise and resignation in his eyes that Fenrys doesnât have the time to figure out.
  âShe was watching me,â Vaughan says after a moment, âFor years trying to figure out where Iâd been, who had caused my heart break. I was only able to get away a few times to check on you, only when she was distracted.â
  Vaughan gives Fenrys a sad look, and he knows exactly what the male means. When Fenrys had been called to her room, hours turning into days, into weeks. Despite the horror of it, Fenrys is glad Vaughan had used that time to check of the female beside him. Even if he hadnât known her yet, the cruel strings of fate had helped him protect her, that was worth his suffering.Â
 âI stayed away because I wanted to keep you safe from her,â Vaughan says, âAnd then she was gone, and it had been twenty years since youâd told me to leave and never come back, I didnât think youâd want to see me.â
  âI didnât mean it,â Y/n whispers, and Fenrys can hear the tears in her voice, âIâve missed you every day, every minute since you left.â
  âI know,â Vaughan sighs, âI think a part of me already knew that. But she was gone, I felt it the very moment sheâd been slain, the blood oath untethering me, releasing me, and for the first time in nearly four hundred years, I was free.â
  The way he says it, almost like Vaughan still couldnât believe it. Fenrys knows exactly how the male feels, because he felt the exact same way, even as he watched the valg queen burn.Â
  âMy whole life I have been chained,â Vaughan says, âShackled to my fatherâs will, to Maeveâs. And suddenly, nothing, my wings could take me anywhere and everywhere because I willed it, no one else.â
  A look of understanding flits across Y/nâs face, right beside the sadness and despair, âYou werenât shackled to me anymore, either.â
  Vaughan shakes his head, âI never was, you were the one thing I chose. Protecting you, loving you, being your brother was my choice, my duty above all else and I failed you, and for that I am so sorry.â
  She shakes her head, âNo-â
  âYes,â Vaughan says quickly, âI did, and I know there is nothing I can say, or do to fix that, I can only beg for your forgiveness.â
  Fenrys releases her a second before she moves, crashing into her brother with her arms thrown around him. Vaughan instantly holds her against his chest, his arms cradling her, shielding her from the world.Â
  Thereâs a warmth in his chest at the sight, and for a split second, pain. What he wouldnât give to beg for Connallâs forgiveness, to hold his brother one more time. Like she can feel it, like she knows his mind has drifted back to that throne room, his brotherâs eyes blankly staring at him, Y/n pulls away from her brother. Her eyes, keen and knowing, find his, and Fenrys gives her non-convincing smile.Â
  He wouldnât ruin this for her, not when she actually has the chance to fix what has been broken with her brother. So, Fenrys stands, taking a single step closer to her, and because he is a selfish male, he leans down to press a soft kiss against her lips.Â
  âIâll be in our room,â he whispers against her mouth, âTake your time.â
  He notes the way Vaughanâs hands are clenched into fists, the male showing considerable restraint, no doubt imagining throwing Fenrys into the fire to get him away from his sister.Â
  âIâll be waiting,â he says lowly, kissing Y/n once more before he pulls away.Â
  And because he is completely unreasonable and still pissed at the male for earlier, Fenrys grins at Vaughan and winks before he turns and walks away. He laughs at the low growl and answering hiss behind him.
  Itâs hard not to watch him as he walks away, noting the slight limp in his step. There had been a moment during their fight that she was sure one of them wouldnât come out alive, he was injured, probably more than heâd be willing to admit. She wants to follow him, to heal those wounds, her magic itching to help, to soothe.Â
  âHow did that happen?â
  She tears her eyes away from the now empty spot Fenrys had last been, to find her brother watching her with knowing eyes. Part of her wants to hide from that look, Vaughan always saw to much, knew everything before she did, even when it was her own mind he had figured out.
  âWhat?â
  âYou and him,â Vaughan says simply.
  Thereâs more to it than those three words, she just didnât know what exactly he was holding back.
  âI found him after youâd left for Antica,â she explains.
  It feels like she was transported back to that little human town, watching the male strike out with every vendor in the market. Sheâd heard the wolf was home and she tracked him down, part of her thought maybe Vaughan would have been with him, but then sheâd seen Fenrys in the market, asking the same questions sheâd been asking for months. So she watched him, keeping her distance, taking a step closer each day until sheâd been right beside him. And then sheâd heard of the ship leaving for Antica, the whispers of strangers on the passing wind, a gift from the Wyrd.
  âI saw an opportunity,â she continues, âWith my limited experience of the world, I had no idea how to get across the ocean to find you. And he was hitting a dead end. We struck a deal.â
  Vaughan is quiet for a moment, âWhen did you start loving him?â
  Her heart stops dead in her chest and she isnât sure sheâd heard him right, not until her gives her that smile that said he knew everything already, just wanted her to confirm it. Loving Fenrys? The idea is so ludicrous that she almost laughs, but then her heart starts thundering beneath her ribs and her breath feels caught in her chest.
  âI donât know what youâre talking about,â she stutters, âI donât.â
  Vaughan laughs and the sound holds little joy, âYou do.â
  Thereâs no room for argument, as if her heart belonging to the golden male in her room was a simple fact that was unavoidable. And Vaughan seems to be resigning himself to it, forcing back the urge to be her vengeful big brother that would kill any male who looked at her.Â
  âOf all the bastards in the world, you had to pick that one.â Her shoulders tense and he shifts his weight, nudging her with his own, âRelax, Iâm only teasing.â
  When he sits back in his seat, she sees him wince and she remembers that unforgiving kick Fenrys had landed to her brotherâs side. She lifts her hand, letting that warm ball of power fill her palm as she rests it on his arm. It feels like her magic seeks out each wound, knitting together broken bones and bleeding skin. Vaughan takes a deep breath as his broken rib settles back into place, and he smiles softly at her.
  âIâd forgotten how that felt,â he says, his face falling, âIâm sorry, Y/n, for all of it.â
  âI understand,â she says, pulling away her hand once she feels no more wounds to mend.
  âOnly because you are to forgiving,â he laughs mirthlessly, âYou have every right to hate me.â
  âTrust me,â she says, âI am still furious with you, and I wish more than anything you would have just come home to tell me all of this without me sailing across the world to find you.â
  He winces, âI am so sorry.â
  She continues as if he hadnât spoken, âI am furious, but I understand, and I will understand if you want to keep flying wherever your wings may take you. I just hope those wings will bring you home someday.â
  There is this intense relief on his face when he says, âThey will, I swear it.â
  Y/n holds out her hand, âAnd I will be waiting for you thereâ
  He doesnât take her hand, and she frowns.
  âNo,â Vaughan shakes his head and he glances behind her, âI expect your home is somewhere else now.â
