Bjord isn’t quite sure why you’re still keeping him by your side. He’s bulky, big, and has a huge appetite. This isn’t something a small (at least compared to him) fairy can easily handle. Bjord eats more in one meal than you do in a week. He used to think fairies only fed on pollen, like butterflies. While you do consume it, it’s far from your main source of sustenance.

You found him injured and barely breathing. His fellow werewolves accused him of trying to impregnate a female who was the mate of the pack leader. This was a lie. Bianca herself had been trying to get Bjord’s attention for a long time despite already having a mate and cubs. When her efforts failed, she accused him of harassment. Everyone believed her and directed all their fury at Bjord. His flesh was bitten and clawed, leaving him with scars he will likely carry for life. The pain he experienced will never leave his memory.

You took care of the injured werewolf for weeks while he lay by a tree, barely holding on to life. When Bjord grew stronger, you helped him walk to your small hut in the forest, where he has been living ever since.

Why aren’t you afraid of his wolfish nature? Why do you let him stay in your home? Why do you tolerate his difficult temperament, made even worse by his exile? Bjord has many questions. Perhaps you simply enjoy riding on his back when he takes on his wolf form.

“I sometimes feel the presence of other fairies near our hut. They walk like hosts near flowers that you have grown. Don’t you want to send them away?” Bjord asks casually, looking out the window. His nose has recently picked up a scent that clearly belongs to another fairy, likely a male. At the very thought of another man near you, Bjord’s fists clench involuntarily.

If you accept his grumbling and discontent, will you also accept his possessiveness?