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Ronan, despite the festivities going on quite loudly around him, had actually struggled to stay awake throughout the evening. The toll of the day was beginning to catch up on the capture, wounded werewolf, leaving him to now and again startle awake and wonder just how much he had missed. Not that his fellow capture pack members really cared, they were either focused on staying awake themselves, their own injuries, or trying not to stare too blatantly at the honey-glazed pork roasting over the fire. In all honesty, when he was awake, Ronan could understand why it was so difficult.
Juices dripped from the pork meat only to sizzle onto the fire heated stones, carving knives seemed to cut through it like butter and the sweet scent of the pork kept wafting over every so often, leaving his stomach to growl painfully.
But at least they provided the stew. That was an act that Ronan simply didn't expect from the pack that only hours early tore theirs to pieces. He had cupped his bound hands at the base of the bowl that had been provided, lifting it to his lips and hungrily downed the contents. He savoured each bite of vegetable that was in there and tried to imagine that they were pieces of the pork that had been devoured by their captors.
It was a slight relief when the festivities slowly came to an end, families with young children being the first to head to bed and then the older mated pairs. However Ronan couldn't care about any of them, instead allowing his eyes to return to his mate.
Each time he had looked over to Anders throughout the night, he never seemed to be looking back. The reality of it did hurt, it stung in his chest and made him glare at the ground. However he knew that, only a day or so ago, their roles had been reversed. He understood that Anders' behaviour was necessary to keep their secret safe. Ronan too hadn't been sure how his pack would react at the news, and had been nervous about what would be the most poorly received - the fact that his mate was another male, or the fact that he was from a different pack, a pack that they viewed as the enemy.
Ronan continued to tell himself that Anders' disregard for him wasn't because he wasn't wanted as a mate - their care for each other back at Ronan's pack obviously saying otherwise - but because it was too risky. He could only hope that his mate would come out to see him once everyone else had gone to bed, as he had once done.
He sensed Anders before he saw him, considering he was dozing lightly while his mate approached. As the familiar, comforting scent of his mate neared, Ronan blinked himself awake and sat up. He glanced across to his other pack members, relieved to see them all also out for the count.
He chuckled softly at his ramblings, eyes searching his face as Anders' worked on the ropes. "It's alright, Anders. It's no secret your brother got me good but at least your pack let us get seen by your healers."
Once released, Ronan gently rubbed at his wrists, watching his mate's movements before his mouth dropped open at the sight of the little parcel. Maybe little, but it meant a lot. He took it tentatively and brought it up to his nose, taking a deep breath in of the smell before releasing a small groan of appreciation. As he unwrapped the parcel, he looked up to Anders, stomach grumbling. He paused, eyes searching the area before motioning for him to get closer.
"Hug me on my good side, then. That way you don't need to worry." He grinned lightly, bringing up his good arm ready to wrap around Anders and bring his mate closer to his side, "But hurry up, 'cause this pork meat is smelling too good to wait for."
Juices dripped from the pork meat only to sizzle onto the fire heated stones, carving knives seemed to cut through it like butter and the sweet scent of the pork kept wafting over every so often, leaving his stomach to growl painfully.
But at least they provided the stew. That was an act that Ronan simply didn't expect from the pack that only hours early tore theirs to pieces. He had cupped his bound hands at the base of the bowl that had been provided, lifting it to his lips and hungrily downed the contents. He savoured each bite of vegetable that was in there and tried to imagine that they were pieces of the pork that had been devoured by their captors.
It was a slight relief when the festivities slowly came to an end, families with young children being the first to head to bed and then the older mated pairs. However Ronan couldn't care about any of them, instead allowing his eyes to return to his mate.
Each time he had looked over to Anders throughout the night, he never seemed to be looking back. The reality of it did hurt, it stung in his chest and made him glare at the ground. However he knew that, only a day or so ago, their roles had been reversed. He understood that Anders' behaviour was necessary to keep their secret safe. Ronan too hadn't been sure how his pack would react at the news, and had been nervous about what would be the most poorly received - the fact that his mate was another male, or the fact that he was from a different pack, a pack that they viewed as the enemy.
Ronan continued to tell himself that Anders' disregard for him wasn't because he wasn't wanted as a mate - their care for each other back at Ronan's pack obviously saying otherwise - but because it was too risky. He could only hope that his mate would come out to see him once everyone else had gone to bed, as he had once done.
He sensed Anders before he saw him, considering he was dozing lightly while his mate approached. As the familiar, comforting scent of his mate neared, Ronan blinked himself awake and sat up. He glanced across to his other pack members, relieved to see them all also out for the count.
He chuckled softly at his ramblings, eyes searching his face as Anders' worked on the ropes. "It's alright, Anders. It's no secret your brother got me good but at least your pack let us get seen by your healers."
Once released, Ronan gently rubbed at his wrists, watching his mate's movements before his mouth dropped open at the sight of the little parcel. Maybe little, but it meant a lot. He took it tentatively and brought it up to his nose, taking a deep breath in of the smell before releasing a small groan of appreciation. As he unwrapped the parcel, he looked up to Anders, stomach grumbling. He paused, eyes searching the area before motioning for him to get closer.
"Hug me on my good side, then. That way you don't need to worry." He grinned lightly, bringing up his good arm ready to wrap around Anders and bring his mate closer to his side, "But hurry up, 'cause this pork meat is smelling too good to wait for."