"Wow, his den looks very original," dryly comments Sheila as she and I sit on top of the hill that looks over my den which fabulously includes a good view of the alpha male's work. It appears that he chose a very basic structure of a den, you know the usual four standing walls, a roof, a door, and a window.

Humming back an agreed reply. I then ask in a quieter voice resembling a soft whisper, "how long do you think he'll be happy with just being my guard?"

Letting out a disdainful snort, she replies back, "mmmm I don't know, what does the last flower petal say?"

I'm happy that Sheila agrees with me that Vick is a no-no, yet she also understands why my family needs him.

My fingers take the last three petals of the white flower placed on my lap. "Well, so I believe I counted 20. Though, would that be 20 full moons or 20 winters?"

"Pff, well, maybe winters? That's, uh, a long time, no?" asks Sheila as she watches loads of dirt being kicked out of Vick's new den.

Hmm looks like he decided to make an underground den as well. "Might be for you, but for us mated beastmen, we age what you called a year every 60 winters unless we obtain what we call a Forever Youthful core from one of the fastest and quietest colossals called Agon. As for our singles, they age a year every 30 winters."

"For real? That's like, then, woah. How many years, I mean, winters are you? And if you take that core, would you remain youthful forever?" Gushes Sheila as she looks at me expectatively.

Letting out a laugh, I smile at how this girl is able to take my mind away from the not so obvious male. "I'm 17 winters, mmmm 17 years. Since I'm mated, the next 60 years I'll be considered as being 18 winters, but in years would be 77."

Despite her eyes bugging out, I continue my mini lecture, "as for the Forever Youthful Core, whoever takes it won't age for the next 300 years. Though that colossal is rare and difficult to catch."

Huffing back to her side, the blonde girl begins to tear some grass near her legs and lowly mutters, "so, that means I'll be a dried old grandma while my 'mate' would still look like a young strong healthy male... that is so sick, and not in a good way sick."

Did she say mate? I knew it! Trying to control my lips from going onto a full blown smile I ask inquisitively, "so you got a mate now?"

Her face immediately reddens, "ugh, no, uh not yet, I mean. I can definitely tell he's interested in me, and I'm really starting to like him, despite seeing that he's become jealous.. Jeez, who wouldn't." She dryly laughs, "but now knowing how I'll age so quickly, I can't see myself forming a family with him."

Her lips begin to quiver, she attempts to hide it with a small smile. Letting out a giggle, she sarcastically adds, "imagine me, an oldy, with a young buck'o. I don't think I'd last on some of those heated nights. Shoot, I'd probably make pepper spray to keep him away."

Well that'd be nice if you're able to invent one, but anywayyy.. I scoot closer to her and place my cheek on top of her golden head. With my other hand I start brushing her locks, "hey Sheila, you should ask Healer Liam to confirm, but if I'm not mistaken.. I think that the previous Unique Ones aged like us."

Hearing a sniffle, I'm pretty sure she's smiling now. "Really Suki? If that's so I'd definitely give Hayes my answer tonight."

Letting out a snicker, I lean back and exclaim joyfully, "oh so that's your guard's name huh!"

Further blushing she quickly gets up and starts to shake the grass out of her skirt while frantically looking around. Still smirking and staring, I cleared my throat, "soo...."

"Yes" whispers Sheila as she turns her head to me. "It's him.. Uh I gotta go see Healer Liam, and shhhhhh," says Sheil as she pleads with me not to tell anyone else.

I'm pretty sure a few of my males already know, but oh well. "Fine then, now shoo shoo, go!"

Giving me a bright smile, she hollers for Hayes. Uh, Goldie can be so clueless about our heightened senses sometimes.

Watching the brown bear beastmen and his future female on his back walk away, I let out a long sigh as I now face Vick's finished den. Tsk, his den should've been a bit further away from ours, but if Radu is okay with that, then..., fine.

My ears twitch to someone purposely stepping on a stick. With it's cracking noise, my nose barely twitches to a familiar pine scent. Soon, a hot breath is felt behind my neck. I unconsciously tense up trying to figure out what he'll surprise me with next. Sharp fangs barely nip at my shoulder. Mmm so he's going down that path?

Smirking, I let out a purr while giving my male further room to my neck. Warm kisses with a feeling of a hot tongue find it's way from my shoulder to my exposed neck. His hands are now seen in front of my belly slowly winding its way upwards. Permitting him further control, I comfortably lean back into his chest. Closing my eyes in ecstasy I let out a soft moan as he begins to play with my most sensitive spots.

As they fall into their own wants, a pair of glowing black eyes stares from the newly built den to the glowing steel blue eye of the wolf beastmen standing uphill from him. Grunting in displeasure, Vick steps out of his den and heads into the opposite side of the forest with the goal of hunting some wolves.

In the other much larger den lies a small campfire giving out the sweet smell of cooked meat. In that campfire stands Radu sprinkling some salt and herbs previously given by Sheila to them. At his side, facing the trees where Vick left, is Wyatt who's easily adding pieces of meat onto a stick while expressing a worried look. On the other side sits Leo as he continues to skin the last prey. Every now and then their ears twitch to the activity going uphill.

"What was Adan thinking?" lowly comments Wyatt in frustration as Leo hands him more meat.

Leo blinks his grey eyes in joy, "well, I'm proud of him."

Trying not to break the stick, Wyatt responds sarcastically, "of course you would, but would you have the same bravery to do the same?"

Leo's ears lay flat, bites his lower lips and looks away. Finally he mutters, "it's not fair, he shouldn't be blocking us from our own female."

Radu humms, "correct, Vick doesn't rule us. He is not the head male." Looking up to Wyatt's still concerned eyes, he smirks, "besides, as long as there is prey, he'll just be our cuddly guardian."

This time the stick held in Wyatts large hand is parted in two. Letting out a harsh sigh, he whispers roughly, "only you, Radu, would say that."

Leo brightens back up and laughs, "with reason Wyatt, you'll see."

Getting up, he walks over to a bowl filled with clean water. Pouring the water on his hands, he then stretches as he sniffs the air. "Well then, I'm going to let them know that the meat is done."

Giving them a goodbye flip of his leopard tail, his grey eyes began to glow as he joyfully jogs uphill to the moaning couple.

"Guess we'll be using that thing called a storage," grunts Wyatt as he walks back inside the den.

Radu, who's still concentrating on getting the meat right, asks himself, didn't Pug call it a fridge?