Much thanks go out for Jaz, the guild and Asylum for their time and input. Also thanks to my loyal readers, to those I didn't thank personally, it does extend to you all as well. It's what keeps me writing and enjoy it more with each chapter.
Enjoy the second chapter for Chris. Working on the next.
SIW : Christopher Saint Ives Whelan
Chapter Two : Revelations.
Quietly Chris followed Mia into her house. He didn't notice much of her interior, his eyes were glued to her and he didn't want to let her out of his sight for one second. How was this possible? He had never sensed her, not once. Not when they met this morning at the garage she worked and not this evening at "The Vixen".
That kiss! He flexed his shoulders thinking about it. He wanted to feel that again, explore it. Chris knew he couldn't, he needed answers first and he really hoped she had valid ones.
Mine,
taunted his wolf again, but he ignored him, at least for now.
When they arrived in her living room she sat down and made a flimsy movement towards the other side, wordlessly telling him to sit down as well.
"We're inside now. Start explaining and I tell you, you better tell me the truth or there will be hell to pay," he said through clenched teeth. It pained him to still see the fear in her eyes, but he was convinced he needed to see that fear there, to ensure him she was convinced he wasn't kidding.
"This was just the reason I didn't want you touching me. I was going to tell you, honestly, but I needed some time as well," she spoke softly, her eyes fixated on her shoes. "Yes, I'm a wolf. Yes, you felt it right, we're mates. No, I don't belong to a pack. No, I'm not rogue. Think that covers the basic questions?" she said as she lifted her head to look at Chris.
His gaze hadn't softened yet, it felt like he could be ripping her apart at any moment now.
"You think that covers the basics?" he shot back at Mia. "I don't think so. If you're not rogue, then how come you can live in our territory without any of us knowing or even sensing you. Care to elaborate on that little detail?"
Exhaling deeply she knew she had to tell everything and hope that he would keep most of it to himself.
"You want the long or short version?" she asked.
"Don't care which one, I want an explanation, preferably tonight," he answered gruffly.
"Well, I'm wolf, but I'm also part druid," she started.
"There is no such thing as mixed breeds. One part always gives in to the other, mostly the wolf having the upper hand," he interrupted her.
"You're wrong there. I'm as much a wolf as I am a druid. Both my parents are still alive, but we live 'under the radar', as they say. Undetected from all others. My mother took that decision when I was five years old and she noticed me shifting but also being able to do other things. Realizing the implications of someone like me, she taught my dad and me how to cloak our wolves until it was second nature to do so. Every decade we'd move and start over," she told.
"How old are you then?" Chris asked.
"I'm seventy-five years old," she answered. "I need a drink first, before I go on. You want anything?"
"I'm fine," he replied. He watched her getting up and going to the kitchen. His mind was in turmoil. A mixed breed with both parts intact, he never had heard of such a thing being possible. One part always succumbed to the dominant one and stayed dormant and when the pair had kids the dormant part tended to stay that way. There had to be something that would explain this. Impatiently he tapped his foot, waiting for Mia to return.
When she returned, Mia looked revitalized and he smelled the water on her, clean and fresh. Holding a bottle of water, she sat back down on the large couch, this time her feet tucked under her.
"I think telling who my parents are will explain more why we live like this. Barlow isn't my true surname, but MacLachlan is. My father is Richard," she said then waited to see if Chris would piece it together.
"THE Richard MacLachlan? The one that mated to that so called descendent of Merlin?" Chris asked, his eyes wide in surprise now. That's why her surname somewhat sounded familiar. It was told many decades ago the elusive wolf had changed his name to Barlow, after a few years it seemed he had just disappeared.
"That one. My mother is Gwenyth Myrddin. After they got together she took my father's name and shortened her name to Gwen," she answered.
"Let me get this straight. You're sitting there and just telling me like it's nothing that what everybody thinks is just a myth is actually true and with that being true, you claim to be Merlin's granddaughter?" he asked in disbelief.
So not only did Richard change his name, he had found a mate too and Mia was the result of that,