Fenrir is Marsai’s mate

Marsai's POV

It was when I had stepped my foot out of the room in curiosity that I remembered that Fenrir was still in the house. The instant I saw him, I didn't need to tell me that he just might have been
listening on to our conversation.

Oh, Heavens, no! That means he had heard—everything. From the look on his face, I was sure he had.
Oh, no. What have I done? Regret usually comes later and it is much worse with me. I regretted everything I had said, from my plans to run away to me implicating….Elder Fiona.

Oh, heavens! I had implicated that poor woman. The regret ate through me and I felt faint.

I raised my eyes to look at Fenrir and what I saw shocked me to the core. His growl wasn't the only thing that scared me….how he looked right now was frightening.

All my life, I had only heard stories of this kind of thing, the ancient books called it the 'Guarana' also known as Half–shifting or a half-shifter. It was said that only the strongest of werewolves could achieve this temporary feat and even then, it only lasted minutes, if not seconds but here he was standing like it was nothing.

The way his eyes pierced mine left me breathless in a scary way. I was going to die. I know I was.
Fenrir was going to kill me for sure. He had warned me and I had defied him still, went against him, and right now, he was probably tired of me.

How could he not be? I definitely wasn't as willing as the woman he brought here last night. The…the slut, he had fucked with last night!

Thinking about it made me angry, but my anger could never match with his. The height my anger could only go was to choke back the burning tears at the back of my throat.

He had no use for me anymore. He will get rid of me now.. he could do that because they would be no one to defy him.


Run. That was what my subconscious slowly whispered to me, but I couldn't…I couldn't run, I couldn't even move from where I stood. I knew that If I take a step from where I was, he will pursue me…he will catch me and he will murder me…tear me to pieces until my body is damaged beyond recognition. Fenrir could do that, I know he could.

His growls became louder, I have never seen anyone's canines grow so large, and I could already imagine them breaking through my weak bones.
Weak, because I could do nothing to save myself or my friends.

I watched him take a step towards me, our gazes locked as I was forced to stare into those menacing grey eyes that had a spark of gold in them…kind of like the color in molten lava. As he took that step, I saw something launch in front of me, to shield me from any impending attacks from him.

It was Leah.

"Leah?" My voice came out so low, I doubt I even heard what I said.

"Don't worry Marsai…I'm here" she breathed rather inaudibly.

I was going to tell her to move, I was going to tell her there was no need…she should—

"Leah!" That wasn't my scream, it was Elena's but I saw what happened nevertheless. Fenrir…he had thrown Leah across the hall! Oh…no…no, no!

I had already turned my head to see where poor Leah had landed when I suddenly was pulled from where I stood by Fenrir. In the brief second before I was pinned to the ground underneath him, I felt the warmness of his skin, and the little fur that had risen there. It was like I could feel the anger that coursed through his veins to boil him up.

As I was pinned to the ground, waiting to be torn apart, my mind was already reflecting on my life up to this point, because I once heard that when someone is about to die, their whole life flashes before their eyes. I had already begun my reminiscing when it hit me again…the scent….the scent of…Heavens no! The scent of my mate.

My eyes traveled gingerly to his…I watched as his own flickered dangerously at me.

Why? Why? heavens! Why…?

Of all people…him! This monster.

I don't know if it was heat or pressure, or fear perhaps…but whatever it was hit me so hard that I could hear strange pinging sounds in my ears…I could feel my breath grow shallower and finally…I could see the weakening darkness that overwhelmed me.


Everywhere was dark. I couldn't see anything, I wasn't sure if I was even conscious but all I know is, it was dark. I could feel it, I could, the coldness of the darkness itself enveloping me.
Suddenly there was a spark of light, which gave me a short feeling of hope. The light started as a little beam until it grew brighter and brighter, larger and larger till I could finally see where I was.
It was like I was watching myself. There was another me, standing right in front of a mirror that was blurred like everything else I could see. I saw the expression on this other Marsai's face as she stared at the reflection of her dress in the mirror. I know that look, that was the same look I had when I…..wait, a second…..
I squinted my eyes as my brows furrowed…that dress…I know that dress—

"Girl you are going to have the best eighteenth birthday ever!" Oh…no.
I swiftly looked back and my throat tightened. Seating on my bed, was the blurred out figure of Elena…smiling like she did on the day of my birthday.
Of all the memories in my life, I was reliving this one?? This was literally the worst day of my very existence!
I took two steps forward to look at the other me, I saw her sad smile as she looked at the very exposing dress.
"It's too revealing. I'm no prostitute" she said and I couldn't help but nod sadly. This was all too much…

Suddenly, this whole scene changes to when I was talking to my mother, about to go for the run that ruined my life. I walked towards the blurry mental figure of my mother, when I reached forward to grab her, my hands went through her form. She was not real.
Pain filled my chest again, as I looked at her, "Mother…" I gasped, trying to stop the tears from coming down my face. She couldn't hear me or see me…because she was just a part of my memory. Before I could torture myself any longer with her image, the scene shifted to the forest, where the other me raced through the woods, trying to cool her mind. I knew what the next scene would be as I bit my lips and waited.

It changed again and I walked forward and stood under that same cursed tree, glaring at the unconscious monster lying there…Fenrir.

I wish to the heavens that somehow, someway I could stop this me from trying to rescue this…this devil. I wish this wasn't just a trip down memory lane but a way to fix the past, I would have driven a knife through his evil heart. But then I couldn't…I just watched as the other me, tended to him, dig him out of the snow before leaving and I followed her back, dreading the next part of my memory.
I watched as this other me went back to our room, trying to fix her dress, hair, anything that would assure her that she looks just presentable. We both heard loud noises from the ball room where the celebration was held. She thought it was cheers, I knew it was screams.

I couldn't watch, I couldn't go through this again…no. I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't see…see the soulless eyes of my dead and mutilated parents staring deep at me, so I wouldn't hear the other me screams, and wails that tore at my heart all over again.
I didn't open my eyes till the scene changed to one of the weddings, I watched myself walking down the hall, no mother or father at my side…as I walked down to ruin my life further by getting married to the murderer who took away everything from me.
I couldn't watch this either, not because of pain but of anger, anger that I was weak and helpless. I looked away till the scene changed to the Alpha chambers when he had tried to touch me.

"Get off me, you bastard!" I screamed angrily even if I couldn't hear my own voice. I couldn't touch either because this was all a terrible memory.
The tears that I had tried holding back, spilled down my cheeks. Why…why had I been this weak such that I couldn't even do anything?

I sighed, watching Leah and Elena enter my room. It was the scene after that horrible night when I was forced to listen to the disgusting sounds that came from the other room.

We talked, I cried and I watched. I stood by the door when I saw Fenrir walk towards the other me with the tray of food in his hands and that infuriated me the most. Was this perhaps a sad excuse to end my life? Who knew if there was poison in that food? I mean…I never ate it.

This scene took longer than the others that skipped to the traumatizing parts, perhaps because this was the last one before…before…what actually? Because all I could remember was darkness.

As I watched the other me talk with Elena and Leah, I was aware that Fenrir was behind that door, eavesdropping. Or how would he have heard all that was being said here? Shameless! I couldn't do anything, so I just stood and waited for the growl.

It came soon after.

Cautiously, I followed everyone out of the room to see the only scene that was clear enough for me to see.
This man was extremely strange…I watched as he stood there, a few hairs on his body, a strong tail behind him, wolf ears and canines yet he had not even shifted. It kept me wondering, who the fuck was this man anyway? How was he this strong to be able to half shift?
I looked on as he growled angrily, the growl sounding like something from hell, I was sure. I watched as he flung away my best friend and grabbed the other me.