Raiden supposed he was having fun too. It was nice to get a break from work and spending hours inside Artemis since they hadn't stopped fucking since they mated five nights ago.
He smiled and skimmed a hand over the mark he proudly bore on his neck.
Speaking of pride, Sol lazily threw his arm over his shoulder and squeezed. “Are you having fun?” he yelled over the music that seemed determined to prevent conversation.
With a roll of his eyes, he shrugged Sol’s arm off. The four patrol guards sitting beside them watched closely, star-struck by their interaction. They were some of the many other pack members that were amazed by lycans.
“Yeah I am,” Raiden nodded.
“So Raiden, what did you do during those first few years of the curse?”
The question came from Emmanuel, the youngest man in the group. He had an innocence to him that got countered by his deadly curiosity.
Raiden was surprised that the question didn’t ruffle him up. It looked like spending time with Artemis and in therapy was finally paying off.
“Well,” he began. All of the men except Sol leaned in. “I didn’t feel or look any different so I just forgot about Luna for a long time. A few decades later, I realized that I wasn’t aging. And then, the shifting started. Every year, I would forcefully shift for 30 days.”
The men’s eyes widened with childish amazement. They were clearly romanticizing the idea of crossing paths with a Goddess. Little did they know that meeting Luna tended to leave you wishing you never met life itself.
“Did you really see Luna? What did she look like?” Emmanuel rambled excitedly.
The question sprayed bleach on the mood, instantly killing it. Raiden’s eyes dropped to the table. “I hope you never find out...”
Sol tsked. “Don’t get all depressing, Wrath. You always do this shit.”
“Wrath?” Earl, the only married man in the group perked. “Do you mind if I call you that?”
Raiden shrugged. He had no care for what people called him. The insults or labels didn’t change who he had become.
Sol answered for him. “You shouldn't. Artemis doesn’t like that name.”
“That’s true,” Raiden agreed, remembering how upset she got when Lukas called him by his lycan title. Sol was the only person allowed to call him Wrath.
“You’re so whipped,” Sol chuckled.
Raiden's shoulders rose and fell without care.
“But don’t worry. You’re still one of the guys,” Sol raised his beer in Raiden’s honor.
The rest of the men raised their drinks as well and chanted, “one of the guys!”
Raiden smiled at his newfound friends.
I'll be hanging out with my parents tonight. Love you.