Page 90 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

"Mi Rey," I whispered, my voice soft, almost a murmur against his back. I didn’t even think about what I said, it just slipped out.

Aidan froze. His body went rigid, and I could feel the tension flood back into him. He turned to face me, his eyes wide with surprise.

"What did you just call me?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, and I could see the confusion and shock in his gaze.

"Mi Rey," I repeated, unsure of what was happening myself.

Aidan blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to something deeper, like he was piecing something together. He took a step back, his gaze searching mine.

"That’s what Alma used to call me," he said softly, his voice breaking slightly. "Why would you say that? Could it be... because of the vision? Are you... getting her memories?"

I shook my head, not fully understanding myself.

"This is the first time I’ve ever said anything like that, Aidan. I’m not the type to use those words."

There was a long pause as Aidan absorbed what I said. I could see him grappling with the idea, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit together in his mind.

Fergus, sensing the shift in the mood, cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"We need to get out of here. The weather’s turning, and it’s not safe to fly back to the safe house tonight. The pilot recommends we leave in the morning. Let’s find a place to spend the night."

“You are right,” I nodded, exhaustion settling in.

Aidan and I followed Fergus to the hotel, checked in, and were given our rooms. Before heading up, Aidan stopped, concern crossing his face as he turned to Fergus.

"Fergus," Aidan began, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Did you notice anything... strange about Lancelot when you saw him?"

Fergus raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the question.

"Lancelot? What do you mean, strange?"

"I mean, the way he acted. He’s always had a certain... presence, but lately, I’ve been wondering if there was more to him than we realized, there must have been something we missed," Aidan explained, his voice cautious.

Fergus’s expression shifted slightly, his lips curling into a slight frown.

"I never liked him. He was a werewolf, after all. We don’t exactly mix well. But if you mean something more, then no, I didn’t notice anything unusual about him."

“There has to be something we missed…” Aidan muttered.

"It was your sister, Vera. She introduced you to Lancelot. He was a businessman—at first, it was all about investments, but when he started getting greedy, we had to cut him off. We bought out his shares and severed ties."

"But there’s more, isn’t there? You said you saw him with Vera once," Aidan’s brow furrowed.

Fergus’s eyes grew distant, as if remembering something from long ago.

"Yeah, there was one night... I went out to have a little fun with some women, and I saw Vera and Lancelot coming out from a hotel. They didn’t see me, but I saw them. I assumed they were just having a business meeting in the lounge. Vera’s a businesswoman, after all."

"But what if it wasn’t just a business meeting? What if they were lovers?" I said.

Aidan looked at me with wide eyes, and for a moment, we were both silent, caught in the implications of what this could mean.

Fergus gave a shrug.

"Maybe. It wouldn’t surprise me."

“Werewolves and Vampires can’t be together, and Vera knows that… I think there’s something we are missing, but I can’t just place my finger on what exactly it is,” Aidan said.

“I think we should just get some rest and then later in the morning we will know our next step, I am beyond exhausted,” Fergus said.

---