make up you fell ill and are going to see a specialist in the States. It’s close enough to the truth. You’ll have to talk to your parents and tell them, but I’ll do the rest.”
Fritz winced. He hoped his parents wouldn’t give him any trouble.
They weren’t very close, not since he’d told them he was gay, but still, this could be problematic. He decided to get the conversation over with while his mates were busy with the rest of the arrangements.
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His parents took it better than he’d expected. His mother immediately offered to come with him, but Fritz mentioned his partner would assist him. Once she heard about that, she no longer seemed so zealous. They ended the talk with the promise Fritz would keep in touch with them and give them news of his state. It hurt Fritz his sexuality would be such an issue between them, but he’d grown to accept it. At least they would not be involved with the dangerous world of the spirit wolves. Even so, Fritz made a mental note to have someone keep watch over them. Joseph was unpredictable, and he could take revenge on Fritz’s family.
The thought continued to trouble him all throughout the day. He felt a bit more relieved when he heard Wolfram dispatch some men to Berlin, but he soon began to feel weary, and couldn’t have been more thankful his mates took care of arranging for his permanent leave of absence.
A few hours later, they left Trier by plane. The private jet held all the comforts known to man, or in this case, spirit wolf, so Fritz relaxed and enjoyed the ride. At one point, he must have fallen asleep because he awoke when the plane was landing.
“We’re here,” Wolfram said just as Fritz cracked his eyes open.
“Where exactly is here?” Dietrich asked, verbalizing Fritz’s dilemma. They hadn’t managed to talk about where they would stay.
Fritz just assumed they’d go to wherever Wolfram lived, and had not cared about anything beyond that. Now, however, he found curiosity assaulting him. He peeked out the window and saw a large building that looked like a combination between a pagan temple and a French medieval castle. He couldn’t tell much from just a brief glance, but he began to feel light-headed.
“This is my home,” Wolfram replied. “The Magistrate’s Den.”
They didn’t have time for much conversation after that. The plane landed, and as they disembarked, all manner of staff surrounded them, fussing around Wolfram. It took a while to get used to hearing everyone calling Wolfram “My Lord.” He’d heard Sebastian and 84
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Marcus say the same thing, but he guessed he didn’t have the time to process it. Basically, Wolfram represented the equivalent of a king.
What did that make Fritz and Dietrich?
Fritz’s mind still spun from the events the day before, but what really took the cake was the moment when he caught sight of Marcus and Sebastian. The two had come with a separate helicopter. Marcus still seemed very weak, and in a lot of pain. Wolfram let out a deep sigh as he watched the medics lead them away from the helicopter.
“There have been so many victims to this senseless war. Marcus survived, but those who didn’t…” He shook his head and turned to look at Fritz. “Come on. We should get you to see a doctor as well.”
Fritz and Dietrich shook their heads at the same time. “It’s not necessary,” Fritz said. “They’re busy with other things. We’re fine.”
Wolfram looked like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he relented. “Very well. Let’s get you settled in. I have to go look into the state of the injured, and then I’ll be with you.”
With great regret, Fritz allowed the staff to lead him inside the huge mansion, while Wolfram disappeared in the direction Sebastian and Marcus had gone. With a distant part of his brain, he registered passing by all sorts of adornments and statues, illustrating a culture unsurprisingly dedicated to wolves. But
Fritz winced. He hoped his parents wouldn’t give him any trouble.
They weren’t very close, not since he’d told them he was gay, but still, this could be problematic. He decided to get the conversation over with while his mates were busy with the rest of the arrangements.
Two Mates for a Magistrate
83
His parents took it better than he’d expected. His mother immediately offered to come with him, but Fritz mentioned his partner would assist him. Once she heard about that, she no longer seemed so zealous. They ended the talk with the promise Fritz would keep in touch with them and give them news of his state. It hurt Fritz his sexuality would be such an issue between them, but he’d grown to accept it. At least they would not be involved with the dangerous world of the spirit wolves. Even so, Fritz made a mental note to have someone keep watch over them. Joseph was unpredictable, and he could take revenge on Fritz’s family.
The thought continued to trouble him all throughout the day. He felt a bit more relieved when he heard Wolfram dispatch some men to Berlin, but he soon began to feel weary, and couldn’t have been more thankful his mates took care of arranging for his permanent leave of absence.
A few hours later, they left Trier by plane. The private jet held all the comforts known to man, or in this case, spirit wolf, so Fritz relaxed and enjoyed the ride. At one point, he must have fallen asleep because he awoke when the plane was landing.
“We’re here,” Wolfram said just as Fritz cracked his eyes open.
“Where exactly is here?” Dietrich asked, verbalizing Fritz’s dilemma. They hadn’t managed to talk about where they would stay.
Fritz just assumed they’d go to wherever Wolfram lived, and had not cared about anything beyond that. Now, however, he found curiosity assaulting him. He peeked out the window and saw a large building that looked like a combination between a pagan temple and a French medieval castle. He couldn’t tell much from just a brief glance, but he began to feel light-headed.
“This is my home,” Wolfram replied. “The Magistrate’s Den.”
They didn’t have time for much conversation after that. The plane landed, and as they disembarked, all manner of staff surrounded them, fussing around Wolfram. It took a while to get used to hearing everyone calling Wolfram “My Lord.” He’d heard Sebastian and 84
Scarlet Hyacinth
Marcus say the same thing, but he guessed he didn’t have the time to process it. Basically, Wolfram represented the equivalent of a king.
What did that make Fritz and Dietrich?
Fritz’s mind still spun from the events the day before, but what really took the cake was the moment when he caught sight of Marcus and Sebastian. The two had come with a separate helicopter. Marcus still seemed very weak, and in a lot of pain. Wolfram let out a deep sigh as he watched the medics lead them away from the helicopter.
“There have been so many victims to this senseless war. Marcus survived, but those who didn’t…” He shook his head and turned to look at Fritz. “Come on. We should get you to see a doctor as well.”
Fritz and Dietrich shook their heads at the same time. “It’s not necessary,” Fritz said. “They’re busy with other things. We’re fine.”
Wolfram looked like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he relented. “Very well. Let’s get you settled in. I have to go look into the state of the injured, and then I’ll be with you.”
With great regret, Fritz allowed the staff to lead him inside the huge mansion, while Wolfram disappeared in the direction Sebastian and Marcus had gone. With a distant part of his brain, he registered passing by all sorts of adornments and statues, illustrating a culture unsurprisingly dedicated to wolves. But
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