Hours later, she awoke and felt Wulf behind her, surrounding her with his warmth. His arm was over her waist, holding her close against him. She could hear by his deep breathing that he was asleep. Slowly she slid out of bed, trying not to wake him. She didn’t want to face him yet as she wasn’t ready to talk about him having to go and meet this Katya woman. She silently exited the room making her way to the kitchen. She made breakfast knowing that once the smell of fresh bread reached the men that they wouldn’t stay in bed for long. She noticed that the cake had been attacked, there were only about three slices left. She smiled, imagining the men around the cake last night, sometimes they were just like little boys.

“Hello Beautiful, now that’s what I call a good morning.” Turning around, she smiled at Caelius as he walked in.  After that it didn’t take long for the others to join them. Wulf was the third to arrive, she was standing by the counter waiting for the kettle to boil, when Wulf wrapped his arms around her from behind, lowering his head to her neck.

“I don’t like waking up by myself.” He breathed against her neck, raising goose bumps over her flesh.

“Morning.”

“Come sit down, you have done enough.” He directed her to her chair, placing a slice of fresh bread with butter on her plate. He poured some orange juice and placed eggs and mushrooms next to her bread. He knew that she didn’t eat much in the morning, but he always insisted that she eat something. Once she was served, he heaped his plate, filling his cup with coffee. They proceeded to eat while the others joined them. The men were talking about cars and their top speeds.

“I will be in the training facility with the guys, don’t slave in here okay, let one of the Jezebels wash the dishes.” She watched him walking towards the training facility with Draco. It did not matter how many times she saw him, he could still make her forget everything and everyone around her. 

She spent most of the morning painting. It was a peaceful time where she could just paint without thinking about anything much, until Wulf came through the entrance to the courtyard, looking like a thundercloud.

“Why were you upset yesterday? What did Draco tell you?” Drawing close to her she could see the anger in his eyes and his hands were fisted by his sides.

“How do you know that he spoke to me?” Draco had been right, Wulf wasn’t happy.

“What did he say that upset you?” he asked again impatiently without answering her, pacing in front of her.

“It’s not his fault. I asked him why you were angry after he spoke to you.”

“What did he say?” his eyes were flashing. His jaw was tense. She could see that he had reached his limit.

“He said that Katya would not give him the Intel, she only wants you. He also said that she had Intel on some Vercin person and that if you guys can catch him and Merdor the Keres will basically be toast.” When she started to talk he had stopped and was standing with his feet planted apart. His hands were fisted at his sides. His jaw was clamped. A muscle ticked near his jaw.

“Son of a bitch! What else?” She didn’t want to tell him everything. If he knew about her worries he would most probably never go. 

“Nothing else,” she whispered. He moved so fast, grabbing her upper arm with one hand and lifting her chin with the other.

“Don’t lie to me! What else?” Wulf was a force to be reckoned with, when he was like this. She wasn’t scared of him. She knew that he would never hurt her.

“I asked him what she wanted in return.” Swallowing, she looked into his eyes. She was not going to cry she thought, as her eyes filled with tears.

“He confided that it was you that she wanted, but that I shouldn’t worry because you would never cheat on me.” He was breathing erratically. She could feel his anger pulsing. “What if she won’t give you the info unless you do?”

“Are you asking me? Or were you asking him?” His voice was angry and Jas could see the turmoil in his eyes.

“I’m asking you!” she cried. Lifting her hand and touching his hand that was still holding her chin.

“I will never cheat on you. If that should be the case then there will be no info.” A fat tear rolled down her cheek at his words.

“Angel, please don’t cry.” He was furious at Draco for having spoken to her, even after he had asked him to leave it. Hugging her he brought her against his chest.

“You have to go, so that you can get the info from her.” She could hear the drum of his heart, wishing that she could just hold him close and not let go, but she knew that he had to do this.

“I don’t have to do anything; not if it hurts you, which it obviously does. He had no right to come and talk to you.”

“I believe you Wulf. I want you to go. It is important to get that Intel. I have to trust you to do this, otherwise it will always be like this.” He tightened his arms around her, trying to reassure her. They stood like that in silence for a few minutes just holding each other.

Suddenly she felt him tensing just as Draco called out. “Wulf!”

“Not now!” He answered, in an expressionless voice. There was silence for a little while then she heard Draco leave. Relaxing his hold, he let her move back so that she could look up at him.

“Please don’t be angry with Draco. I asked him to tell me what was happening.” She worried that their friendship would change because of this.

“I will speak to him later,” Wulf said. “I will also decide after our discussion what I need to do regarding the Intel.  I need to be sure though, that if I do go that you will trust me.” He spoke with conviction but there was an underlying note of remorse. She lowered her eyes so he wouldn’t see the fear in them. The fear that Wulf would not be able to resist, even though she trusted him in wanting to resist. 

“It will be fine.” He traced a finger down her arm. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it tenderly.

“I love you! Don’t ever forget that!” Turning, he left, heading towards the training facility.

Entering he found Draco at one of the punching bags. He noticed that he tensed, but he didn’t stop his training and didn’t look up at Wulf. Looking around he saw that they were alone. On the way there, he had tried to calm his rage, but he could still feel the anger just below the surface.

“Why did you talk to her? Didn’t I ask you to leave it?” Draco stopped punching.

Looking around he placed his fists on his lower hips. “She needed to know. I explained to her that you didn’t want to meet Katya but that it is something that is necessary. I’m sorry for talking to her behind your back, but if we have a chance at catching Vercin or Merdor we have to try.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Vercin or Merdor when it comes to Jas. Don’t ever assume to know what I want or try to meddle in my relationship again. You’re like a blood brother to me. I will die for you but I will not hurt Jas for you. I will discuss this with her. If for any reason I find that it will harm our relationship I will not go to meet Katya and you will just have to accept that.” Turning, Wulf stormed out. Draco turned, punching the bag with such force that a tear appeared in it.