"Oi! She ers, ya witch," a gruff voice declares possessively.
Trance and I depart from touching one another quickly. My eyes flicker to a certain cerulean pair of irises before I saw the chocolate drops.
"Thesis! Theros!" I smile widely as I run to them.
Theros smiles handsomely before taking me in his arms. Theros laughs heartily as I squeeze his torso. Closing my eyes, there was a sense of relief coursing through my veins. The scent of his mint wafts my nose. Another wiff is swiped from me by Thesis as he swallows me in a hug. Thesis hugs me from behind, tightening his arms around me while his nose ventures through my hair. He places a small kiss to my neck, causing a shiver to travel up my spine. A soft giggle leaves my mouth as the two engulf my body in a warm embrace. When we break apart, I marvel at the sight of my two Wolvenrian men.
Both proud and powerful, yet yielding at my presence.
Glowing at their appearance, I grin happily. "What are you two doing here? I'm not supposed to speak or see—"
"Trance brought us 'ere," Theros gestures to the other Wicken in the room. Trance only smiles when I turn his way. I return the smile with gradituted.
"We wanted ta see ya before ya leff fer ta fight," Theros' voice hardens.
I frown at the mention of my Reckoning. It only reminds me of war and death, knowing that I was either to become the only survivor or to live in a grave. Thesis comforts me with his hand on my shoulder, his fingertips gracing the bottom of my tattoo. His touch electrifies the design, causing me to deeply moan.
Three sets of irises focus solely on me. I freeze, staring back at Theros. He was tense, and not the concerned tense. His eyes impossibly darkened at the sight of me. A deep, feral growl was unleashed from the wolf standing before me. Theros narrows his eyes at me as his hand reach for my hips. Unfortunately, Theros isn't able to touch me. While Theros was the one to growl, Thesis purrs at the sound of my sensual voice. His grip is tight and tender, not at all rough or rushful. He traces the outline of my right cheek with the tip of his nose. The gesture earns the flutter of my eyes, causing Theros' growl.
Between the two males, I didn't know what to do or how to convey what I want, but I knew I would be safe with these two. They were my wolves, and I trusted them with my life—regardless of how long we've known one another.
My parents offered me to two males, and these wolves chose me.
If it wasn't for the Anima Luna, I wouldn't have been able to find who completes me.
Even though I was ripped away from Theros and Thesis, I was smiling. I was smiling as Trance explained the bonding ritual and how the tattoo is a sensitive area after we've accepted each other. I continued to smile as the two fought with words, even when they almost fought with magic and claws. The smile never left my face even when Trance pushed them from the window, a window with such a long way down from where we were they could have broke a limb.
I smiled because I knew I could defeat whatever God or Goddess they chose for me. I could defeat them because I had Theros, Thesis, and Trance. Whether I would ever see Trance after today, I can only hope I will in the future. He's my partner after all; a Wicken never abandons their partner. I may have been gaining two chosen mates, but I wasn't losing a friend.
That's what made me happy at the end of the day, and I couldn't ask for more.