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had more time," his father replied softly. "I'm just... I'm not ready. I can't lose you." He shook himself, facing Frey once more. Just like that, his expression grew dagger-sharp again. "But regardless of my concerns, that doesn't mean you are the right person to safeguard my son. You come here to our home and suddenly claim that you are his mate? That you would do anything for him? Please... You barely know him."
    "I realize that," Frey answered, "and I know it seems odd for a human. But it is our way. And I have no intention of rushing Mirian into anything. I hope to get to know him, at the pace he sets."
    "Mirian is a child," his father snapped. "He doesn't even know what he wants."
    At that, Mirian finally recovered from his shock. "No, Father, I'm not a child, and I'm not like you either. You've helped and protected me all this time, but what you fail to realize is that we are fundamentally different. I am a Bearer, and that means more than you are able to understand."
    In the past, he'd thought the emptiness inside him was simply due to the lack of more varied company, of real prospects and pastimes to engage his attention. But now, he knew that was not the case. Now, he knew what he'd been waiting for.
    "I admit I don't fully understand it either, but I believe Frey. And you will not take this from me because of your doubts. I refuse to allow it."
    His father seemed struck dumb by Mirian's reaction. Mirian couldn't blame him. He had rebelled against his father's authority in the past, mostly because the man stubbornly insisted to keep him on the island at all costs, but he'd never gone quite so far.
    Now, he wasn't frightened anymore. He had Frey's strength, and he felt free, safe, right.
    "Mirian..." his father finally said. "Please, you have to reconsider. You've only known this man for a few hours."
    Mirian wanted to say that he'd drawn a sketch of Frey's eyes before they'd even met, but he himself wasn't sure how to explain that, so he didn't. "Stranger things have happened. Besides, like Frey said, we're not necessarily in a rush. This is only the beginning."
    "Fair enough, Mirian," his father answered. "I can't... I can't promise more, but I will try."
    Mirian let out a sigh of relief. He knew how much he meant to his father, so that was the most he could expect.
    Briefly leaving Frey's side, he went to his father and gave him a big hug. "Thank you. This means a lot."
    His father held him tightly, like he had so many times in the past, when Mirian had been only a frightened child haunted by nightmares he didn't really understand. He didn't speak, but he didn't have to. They were still in this together.  His father would support him if this was what he wanted.
    When Mirian and his father finally broke the embrace, Frey cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed that he'd interrupted them. "It's likely that you will have a few extra guests soon. My family will be looking for me."
    "Of course they will." Mirian's father rubbed his eyes tiredly, but he seemed resigned. "I suppose it was to be expected. We'll keep an eye out for them." He pressed a kiss to Mirian's temple. "Go on. Go with your mate. Show him around. If you're going to do this, do it right."
    Mirian beamed brightly and ran back to Frey. Before they left, his father said one last thing. "Oh, and Mr. King. If you hurt my son, I'll find a way to kill you."
    Frey took the threat in stride. "You won't have to."
    Mirian felt the promise like a sinful caress sliding over his skin. It wasn't something particularly special. Frey had told him that exact same thing many times before. But it meant a lot to Mirian, and it made something click inside him.
    The moment they were out of his father's sight, Mirian grabbed Frey's hand and pulled his mate toward his room. Frey could have easily stopped him—he'd already made it clear that human weapons or skills were no match for werewolf abilities. He didn't. He allowed Mirian to drag him along without protest.