What goes around come around Chapter 5
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Summary: Time to rediscover each other
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Chapter 5 A few days later
Bo opened the door of Dyson's apartment, wearing one of his well worn T-shirts that smelled and felt like being back in his arms, and a pair of boxers, to find two baskets on the ground one with flowers the other with supplies. Dyson brought the basket of food in as Bo brought in the flowers and laid everything on the kitchen counter, "You shouldn't be lifting heavy things," Bo said stroking Dyson's cheek that she had shaved for him earlier in the shower.
"I'm not the one who was on the verge of death," Dyson replied and the two just smiled at one another. Dyson opened the package and pulled out a small velvet satchel holding cards of care and well wishes and handed it to Bo as he also pulled out a feast of prepared food and clothes Kensie sent for Bo.
Bo stared at the basket of flowers, "This is different," she said at the combination of three different flowers. The attached card read, "The Yarrow is for healing, Adonis blossom for remembrance and the King Protea that looks like a cactus blossom is for courage. Congratulations to you both for finding each other again" It was from a local Fea florist who was a fairy married to a Wolf Shifter herself, that Bo knew from helping in the past.
Bo smiled as she then turned her attention to the second basket and smiled, "Good Girl," Bo said referring to a black lace teddy, that Kensie had sent, it also made Dyson's heart race. There was another card tied to the flowers that Bo handed to Dyson. "I can't read lycanthrope," she said as Dyson pushed a dish of prepped food into the oven per the instructions that had been written out in Lycanthrope on another card. Dyson took the note as he and Bo shared a kiss and she poured them some orange juice both still needing to recover their strength. Dyson lifted himself on the counter and Bo snuggled between his legs as he looked over the card, "What does it say," she asked.
"In good health and wonderment is this gift of beauty and nourishment given. With blessing and love from your pack and mine; I hope this package helps to sustain you both as you reconnect as all wolves do when separated from their mates. Savor each touch and cherish each noise and remember that your love will always be stronger than you ever think. My blessing to you both and promises of further explanations in three more days. Sincerely, Aroura the Grey Guardian." Dyson read as a tear slid down his face and Bo wiped it away.
"No more tears," Bo said with a smile pulling Dyson down to her and into another passionate kiss. Dyson laughed as he jumped down kissing Bo again and though they both wanted more he could smell the food was done and knew they needed strength more then sex.
"So Guardians, Dark or Light Fea?" Bo asked.
"Neither. Like I said before our reunion: they were forced into servitude by both sides during the war. But even when forced into battle they tried as best they could to never harm another Guardian they may have separate packs and blood lines but they are fiercely loyal to their own species; that loyalty came first above all else. Despite their best efforts the war was destroying them even with forced breeding the species was not reproducing because the strain of being pit against one another was stopping their ability to reproduce. See even though they have small individual packs they are all aligned as one massive pack when together they are all family. Being forced to kill one another was like killing a family member thus they stopped wanting to live and started to just die off. Trick or the Blood King as most know him saw that and after the death of his wife and he forced the peace with his blood he also gave them their freedom and obviously they took it quickly and happily. Supposedly some were even given a chance to have childhood since many were forced into adult hood by magic on both sides," Dyson explained feeding Bo a piece of stuffed Lobster.
"That's good," she said feeding Dyson a piece as well. "So they just exist here unnoticed and unaligned and everyone is ok with that?" Bo asked.
"They live in their own realm. Like Aroura said their realm is pure magic it's where the roots of many magic beings lie, like the Norn's," Dyson said.
"And they shift into wolves," Bo said.
"Not wolf exactly, true lycanthrope. Think of them as a more of a sleek wolf with, steel for a body frame and twice the average size. The mere sight of them in that form can scare people to death. In their own realm they go as they please supposedly. Their realm is almost completely off limits without their permission. Not a lot is known about them because after the wars all written history was destroyed and almost all memory of them wiped from everyone so that they would be protected and never allowed to be used as weapons again. I know so much because Trick has the only surviving written history of them and he allowed me to read it as a reward for my loyalty to him," Dyson said with a grin.
"But their language still exists," Bo said coming up behind him stroking the tattoo down the left side of his back.
"Trick allowed that to stay as one of the few languages that is shared by both sides and neither side can claim it as their own so when Fea want to make a statement to other Fea no matter what side and we don't want Humans to know it, we write it in Lycanthrope," he said turning around and taking her in his arms.
"And what the letter said about what all wolves do when reunited with mates. I thought mates didn't separate," Bo pondered.
"Wolves separate shortly maybe for minutes while hunting but after eating bonds are always reaffirmed," Dyson said knowing what Bo was thinking.
"And how do they do that," Bo asked wickedly and Dyson took her in his arms.
"Here let me show you," he said taking her back to bed and ridding her of his shirt and devouring every inch of her with every inch of himself.