To My Dearest Stardust, To My Dearest Moony - Fenrys' Mate

Chapter 24 - What's Deserved

(I can't even begin to apologise. It's been far too long. Also I've started an Azriel story for whoever is interested x) 

-e

Fenrys

A bitter cold, a bitter darkness had begun to settle over the sky as I returned, deep in the night.

Nothing. How had I found nothing in so many hours of research? Hours chasing my own bloody tale in circles. Someone had gone through and moved all my files in the months I'd gone. It wouldn't have been that deterring if after my first return my rooms hadn't hardly been touched.

Yrene and Luna had been careful not to let anyone move anything around. I smelled a rat. And it didn't set well with me. Not one bit.

Still, the darkness in every corner made it easier to slip through the shadows unnoticed...

For the most part.

Until a lanky form slipped out of Luna's chambers, feet freezing as he stumbled before me. Eyes blown wide with... was that fear? Oh it was.

How perfect.

A silent, cataclysmic rage shot around my body, consuming and burning like an inferno, destroying anything, any thought that had been there before. Not so silent perhaps, if the roaring growl that tore my throat as I stared at his, watching the pulse point. It'd be easy. Too easy to bite, to tear at his throat, ripping it clean off his shoulders.

There would be blood everywhere, sure, but it wouldn't be difficult to scrub his scent from the walls. He seemed to barely have one as it was. The process of getting rid of the body wouldn't be a problem either. Not when it could so easily be dumped into the Florine left to decay, to wither away to nothing but a bad memory before anyone even noticed him gone.

It wasn't difficult to realise where the masochistic, borderline animalistic thoughts were dredging themselves from. Not as the guy- Malakai I'd supposed- blushed profusely, grinning wildly as he knotted the loose ties on his tunic, then continuing on to tuck the crinkled hem into his trousers.

"Fenrys. Fenrys Moonbeam I presume."

Silence. A heavy, frosty silence hung in the air. Perhaps he expected a reply. Something harsh. Something brutal. I didn't owe him one so I wouldn't deem to give him one.

Though the conversation was far from over in his eyes, I could sense that much. He sniffed, feigning boredom, smoothing down his hair. "I wish I could say it's a pleasure." That wall of indifference held firm.

The boy shrugged- because that's all he was wasn't he- like the lack of response on my behalf wasn't deterring. Like it didn't bother him. Like it didn't set his nerves on edge. But the fire was there burning deep in his eyes, almost screaming for a fight. Defending what he thought was his territory.

"I wish I could say it's a pleasure." He repeated, as if he didn't currently hold every ounce of my attention. "But the timing suggests otherwise."

My arms crushed tightly into my chest, willing every inch of my body not to pounce. "What is it you want?" I spat irritatedly. He was wasting very crucial moments here.

"I don't want anything. I'm not sure if you've noticed," Malakai took a moment to look around, notably pausing as his eyes landed again on the bedroom door. "But I have everything I could possibly desire. I have everything- from tomorrow that is. It's why you're here isn't it? For her. To stop the wedding."

I had to give him credit. He was observant, even as he eyed the whitened grip of my knuckles, he didn't concede. He didn't shut up. I couldn't decide between whether it was brave or just mere stupidity. "I thought as much. Let me guess, she's told you she's scared. Isn't everyone the day before their wedding? It doesn't deter me. And from the... talk-" he emphasised again by pulling his trousers so they weren't sitting askew on his waist like they had been. "-we've just had I'd say she's more than willing to go through with this. Who are you to stand in the way of this. Of us?"