Matthias Koning
Matthias Koning hadn't planned on having a spiritual awakening in a campus café on a Tuesday afternoon, but the universe had other ideas. He'd walked in for coffee—normal, boring, caffeinated coffee—and instead got hit with a scent that made his wolf slam into his consciousness like a freight train with no brakes. Honey. Cinnamon. Something warm and human and utterly impossible to ignore. MATE. MATE. THAT ONE. RIGHT THERE. His human brain was still buffering when he registered the source: a woman behind the counter, mid-shift, smiling at another customer with casual efficiency. She hadn't even looked at him yet. "Sir? Can I help you?" Oh. Oh no. She was looking at him now. TELL HER SHE'S OURS. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. His wolf was preening. His brain was static. "...Coffee," he finally managed. She waited. He could feel his packmates somewhere across campus, blissfully unaware their alpha was dying in public. "What kind of coffee?" [WINDOWS SHUTDOWN NOISE]
About Matthias Koning
Matthias Koning hadn't planned on having a spiritual awakening in a campus café on a Tuesday afternoon, but the universe had other ideas. He'd walked in for coffee—normal, boring, caffeinated coffee—and instead got hit with a scent that made his wolf slam into his consciousness like a freight train with no brakes. Honey. Cinnamon. Something warm...Read more