[Bren stood down as Essek stepped forward, though he could feel the wolf in him snarling at this poor man who had the misfortune of stumbling across the path of a possessive werewolf. The drowpire's hand on his arm settled him at least enough that he realized just how out of line he had started to be, how out of line he could have become if Essek had not interceded.
Then Essek referred to him as his mate publicly and a wave of bliss washed over him. His inner wolf stopped its snarling and instead began metaphorically wagging its tail, wanting to wrap around Essek and mingle their scents until there was no mistaking that they belonged to one another.
The euphoria of it was startling, but his heart, his soul, every instinct in him knew that yes. That was what they were, what they were meant to be. Mates. His mate. This was not the forced imprinting that Ikithon had tried to impose upon him with two of his other wolves, that had never felt right, had never felt like this, like it resonated within his soul.
And if Essek turned him away once he knew his true nature, Bren was certain it would shatter him. He deserved to know though, needed to know -- as explanation perhaps to Bren's reaction, and more so to how much being named his mate meant to Bren. He had to tell him.
He watched the man he'd half growled at leave before turning his attention back to Essek.]
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Then Essek referred to him as his mate publicly and a wave of bliss washed over him. His inner wolf stopped its snarling and instead began metaphorically wagging its tail, wanting to wrap around Essek and mingle their scents until there was no mistaking that they belonged to one another.
The euphoria of it was startling, but his heart, his soul, every instinct in him knew that yes. That was what they were, what they were meant to be. Mates. His mate. This was not the forced imprinting that Ikithon had tried to impose upon him with two of his other wolves, that had never felt right, had never felt like this, like it resonated within his soul.
And if Essek turned him away once he knew his true nature, Bren was certain it would shatter him. He deserved to know though, needed to know -- as explanation perhaps to Bren's reaction, and more so to how much being named his mate meant to Bren. He had to tell him.
He watched the man he'd half growled at leave before turning his attention back to Essek.]
Please, ja.