They had just gotten out of a hot shower, and into their warm bed. The fiery-haired male tucked his icy-haired mate into his side, and snuggled down into the covers with him for a good morning's slumber.
"I love you, Jerrie..." Joss mumbled from Jyriah's side as his heavy eyes started to close.
"I love you forever and always, Jo-Jo" Jyriah replied with a smile.
"Thank you for loving me. I know I'm not the easiest," he added.
"Hush. You're perfect in every way, and also very easy to love. You're unfortunately stuck with me forever, though" Joss replied with a soft chuckle.
"Oh no - how terrible...being with the best and most perfect wolf of the entire colony? Hah. Sounds like such a hellish fate. Sounds perfect to me," Jyriah said rather romantically as he peered down into his mate's orange eyes that glittered like spessartine.
It was a small moment of heaven that both of them were floating in blissfully.
Too small.
*BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM*
"AUGH! No! It's my day off - just ask someone else!" Jyriah shouted from their bedroom, but the pounds from the door continued, but heavier.
"It's okay, handsome. You stay comfy - I'll get the door" Joss offered and kissed his mate's lips to calm him down.
"Nnnhn... tell them I'm dead..." Jyriah groaned and pulled a pillow over his head.
Joss sighed, but he got up and pulled a robe on as he approached the door.
When he opened it, he saw Lara readying herself for another round of knocks, and Syri holding on to her hand.
"Ah Goddess - thank the moon. Joss - we've run out of time already. We have a serious problem," Lara said with desperation.
"Shh." Joss hissed rather coldly and pulled both Lara and Syri into the house and shut the door. "Loose lips - ah I can't think of the saying right now - but are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?"
"Hi, uncle Joss" Syri said with a chipper voice and let go of Lara so she could come to his side and hug him.
"Awww. Hi, sweetheart. What brings you here?" Joss asked and looked to Lara with a serious face.
"What? What is going on now? Did I hear a Syri-monster?" Jyriah called from the bedroom. His attitude lifted a little as he pulled a dirty shirt from the floor and pulled it on before he came out into the living room.
"Uhh..Lara? What's going on?" the fire-ball asked.
"You need to take care of Syri for a while," she answered with haste.
"Why?" Jyriah asked in return.
"Is this a adult talk? Do I have to cover my ears?" Syri asked innocently as she peered up to him with eyes of pure joy.
"Oh, sweetheart..." Joss said softly. "How about instead, you and I go set up your art set instead?"
"Yeah!" the small girl shouted happily.
"Don't do anything stupid," Joss muttered to Jyriah before he took Syri with him up the stairs. He would be far better suited to distract her - because Jyriah would have just used the opportunity to eavesdrop.
"What is going on?" Jyriah repeated.
"Will you stay calm so we can do something about this, or are you going to go off the walls? I really need you to channel a lot more from your mate," she said with a little bit of uncertainty.
"Yes - yes okay. What - what is the emergency?" he asked again impatiently.
"We need to go find Veltar - now," Lara started, but remembered that he had no idea about any of this thanks to the hunters from last night.
"Veltar is dead - and how do you even know his name?" he questioned aggressively.
"Jyriah - you said you'd stay calm," she reminded him and then continued on to explain. "Metas heard about him through Myranda. After hearing the story, he suggested that Veltar was still alive - which is how Syrana didn't die of a broken heart. He thinks Silas is using Veltar's blood in a special magical pendant to mask his scent and control her. I was supposed to help her alone today - but... and I cannot stress how much you need to stay calm.."
"Just tell me, Lara."
Lara took in a deep breath and yanked the tooth out, "Syrana is very, very sick. She caught Silas with another female last night. Veltar is the only hope to save her. We were going to find him and take away Silas' Luna...but..I think he has another in mind now."
Jyriah was quiet, and his pupils turned into tiny little pin-needles. He sucked in air and squeezed his fists tight until blood dripped from his skin due to his claws emerging from his fingertips due to his rage.
"Jyriah? Are you here? Did you hear what I said?" Lara asked after a moment.
"What do you want me to do?" Jyriah asked lowly. It hurt a lot, but he swallowed his natural instinct to run to his sister's aid.
"Go tell Metas and Myranda that we no longer have the time to wait to take Syrana away from Silas. He's already throwing her away himself....because his blood is weak and saturated with that of humankind," Lara said with a crisp venom in her words.
"I'll go. You get back to my sister right now. If Veltar is anywhere - he'd be in the west wing in the dark hall. It's the third floor down. They keep their valuable assets there, and I have never been allowed down there. I think I get why now. I need you to leave right now and get my sister. If you find Veltar, leave the two of them in the cell they're in and we'll come back for them tonight. Neither of them will be able to make a trip if Syrana is in bad shape," Jyriah replied rather evenly - which meant he took Lara's advice and pulled a part of Joss into his soul to keep him cool and calm.
"I am going to save her, Jyriah. I promise."
"I believe you - now go."
"Actually - wait...tell my sister I love her, and that Joss and I will keep Syri safe," Jyriah tacked on and turned around swiftly to get dressed and ready to run out of the colony at record speed (but not before he told Joss).