anything to that, though they seemed to be considering my words.
"So you can think of this like a growth exercise. You both learn to share me, and when you do I'll be waiting. But until then I'll be sleeping by myself."
I started to go back in to the kitchen, back to Fiona, but then thought of something else. "And neither of you had better go near Fiona. She's too young, and she's too traumatized still." I wasn't exactly sure if that was true or not, but the way she never seemed to want to make eye contact, the one word answers, it made me think that there was more beneath the surface than she was letting on. And she really was too young. I wasn't sure how that worked in the werewolf world, if girls were expected to start mating before they turned eighteen, but as far as I was concerned that was one human custom that we would be holding on to.
"This is ridiculous," Connor said in a heated voice, "you must choose Sara."
I knew what he was really saying was that I must choose him. He was hurt, again, thinking that I didn't care for him as much as I did. His ego was too tightly wrapped up in this imaginary battle he was waging with Marcus for my affection.
"No," Marcus said, "Sara is correct. We are all of us trying to build something here that is much greater than ourselves. If we cannot see a way to make this work between the three of us then there is little hope that we will be able to deal with the inevitable problems that we will be confronted with in the years to come."
I wasn't sure if Marcus was just saying that because he wanted me or if he really meant it, but I said a silent thank you that he was at least trying to make it work.
"Fine," Connor muttered, "I will try. If I must."
Connor didn't look the least bit happy about any of it, but when Marcus had agreed with me, Connor hadn't had a lot of choice except to go along. It was agree to try and make a triad between the three of us work or else get left out.
I felt bad, but not too bad. Connor had to get past his feelings of jealousy. I didn't have one bit of practical experience living in a pack, but from everything that Marcus had told me there was no room in such a place for feelings like jealousy.
"Figure it out. Please," I said. I gave Connor's big hand a squeeze, just to try and let him know that I wasn't trying to hurt him, that I did care about him, and then I turned around and went back to Fiona in the kitchen. While the two alpha males were sorting out their egos I was going to try and make Fiona feel at home.
~~~
I plopped down in the seat beside Fiona. She had stopped eating. She hadn't eaten all that much either, and I almost told her about how werewolves like women with curves, just like Connor had told me the first night I had arrived and tried to restrain my food lust, but held off from having that conversation. That seemed like too much too soon. She was awfully skinny though, like she hadn't had a good meal in a long time.
"So," I said, not really sure what I should say or do to try and put Fiona at ease. I had been in her shoes just a few weeks previous, after all, and I was only just starting to really come out of my shell with Connor and Marcus and feel comfortable. "What have you been up to the last few years?"
She just shrugged.
"I travelled around a lot," I said. "If I ever stayed in one place too long it seemed like male werewolves would find me, or vampires."
There was a definite reaction from Fiona when I mentioned vampires. She seemed to tense up, though she didn't say anything.
"Anyway," I continued, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I just want you to know that I went through all the same things, so if you ever feel like you want to talk about it, you can talk to me."
Still no response. It didn't seem like that was something she was comfortable opening up about, and I definitely didn't want to force her to share anything painful.
"Is there anything you'd like to ask me," I ventured, "about this place,
"So you can think of this like a growth exercise. You both learn to share me, and when you do I'll be waiting. But until then I'll be sleeping by myself."
I started to go back in to the kitchen, back to Fiona, but then thought of something else. "And neither of you had better go near Fiona. She's too young, and she's too traumatized still." I wasn't exactly sure if that was true or not, but the way she never seemed to want to make eye contact, the one word answers, it made me think that there was more beneath the surface than she was letting on. And she really was too young. I wasn't sure how that worked in the werewolf world, if girls were expected to start mating before they turned eighteen, but as far as I was concerned that was one human custom that we would be holding on to.
"This is ridiculous," Connor said in a heated voice, "you must choose Sara."
I knew what he was really saying was that I must choose him. He was hurt, again, thinking that I didn't care for him as much as I did. His ego was too tightly wrapped up in this imaginary battle he was waging with Marcus for my affection.
"No," Marcus said, "Sara is correct. We are all of us trying to build something here that is much greater than ourselves. If we cannot see a way to make this work between the three of us then there is little hope that we will be able to deal with the inevitable problems that we will be confronted with in the years to come."
I wasn't sure if Marcus was just saying that because he wanted me or if he really meant it, but I said a silent thank you that he was at least trying to make it work.
"Fine," Connor muttered, "I will try. If I must."
Connor didn't look the least bit happy about any of it, but when Marcus had agreed with me, Connor hadn't had a lot of choice except to go along. It was agree to try and make a triad between the three of us work or else get left out.
I felt bad, but not too bad. Connor had to get past his feelings of jealousy. I didn't have one bit of practical experience living in a pack, but from everything that Marcus had told me there was no room in such a place for feelings like jealousy.
"Figure it out. Please," I said. I gave Connor's big hand a squeeze, just to try and let him know that I wasn't trying to hurt him, that I did care about him, and then I turned around and went back to Fiona in the kitchen. While the two alpha males were sorting out their egos I was going to try and make Fiona feel at home.
~~~
I plopped down in the seat beside Fiona. She had stopped eating. She hadn't eaten all that much either, and I almost told her about how werewolves like women with curves, just like Connor had told me the first night I had arrived and tried to restrain my food lust, but held off from having that conversation. That seemed like too much too soon. She was awfully skinny though, like she hadn't had a good meal in a long time.
"So," I said, not really sure what I should say or do to try and put Fiona at ease. I had been in her shoes just a few weeks previous, after all, and I was only just starting to really come out of my shell with Connor and Marcus and feel comfortable. "What have you been up to the last few years?"
She just shrugged.
"I travelled around a lot," I said. "If I ever stayed in one place too long it seemed like male werewolves would find me, or vampires."
There was a definite reaction from Fiona when I mentioned vampires. She seemed to tense up, though she didn't say anything.
"Anyway," I continued, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I just want you to know that I went through all the same things, so if you ever feel like you want to talk about it, you can talk to me."
Still no response. It didn't seem like that was something she was comfortable opening up about, and I definitely didn't want to force her to share anything painful.
"Is there anything you'd like to ask me," I ventured, "about this place,
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