"Hier bitte!/ Here you go," said the pretty, blonde stewardess handing Katharina a wine glass.

Katharina however didn't deem her worthy of a first or a second glance, just scoffed and looked out the window.

"Danke!/ Thank you!" said Angel on her behalf smiling at the girl.

"Dein Deutsch ist lausig./ Your German is bad," she said looking at him in the same disdainful and presumptuous way she did since they met.

"Then I will never use it on your behalf anymore. I hope she will spit in your next drink."

They met for the first time only that night in the cave. Before that, Angel had only heard the stories Michael had told him, because Erik sure as hell didn't like talking about her and now Angel understood too well why.

Katharina Wittfeld Fürstin von Andechs.

Every move she made and every breath she took was absorbing Angel's life energy, and like every curse, he couldn't survive if she was not in proximity.

The damn goddess had done something to ensure that the host died together with the parasite so that he could not kill her.

He tried. It was the natural thing to do in that situation, but as soon as he stabbed her, he felt the pain himself.

He was ashamed but he was afraid to die. In rage and desperation, he couldn't help but ask the providence what he had done wrong. He had just wanted to be happy with his man; he unselfishly wanted everyone to be happy. He had cared even about the batshit crazy Nodin, and look what that brought him.

If the situation would not have been so desperate it would have been interesting. Katharina woke up from the dead after eighty-four years. She had died in the same year World War Two ended and now that strange creature tried to adapt to life and the new times in more ways than one.

It has been a struggle to convince her to drop the nobiliary title and be contempt to call herself only Wittfeld in the fake papers they had acquired for her or to dress according to the new time. She found all modern clothes tasteless and horrible. Those were only two practical examples. The thing she loved though was the developed technology, the TVs, the phones.

As strange as it might have been, Angel had to wait for her for three hours while she played with a phone taking selfies.

Two weeks had passed since that horrible, gods be damned, moment, and no day without Angel cursing his stupid decision to go see Nodin.

If he thought about it, his situation was quite desperate. He could not escape or kill Katharina. As soon as he moved, she sensed it and he understood quite well why. Unlike for Nodin and Mei the collar that only he could sense, was around his neck, not hers.

Angel, eres un puto pendejo/you are fucking idiot. I think I have not seen a creature more conceited and condescending than her in my whole life. This mate bond makes you stupid because I swear to God I don't understand what Erik saw in her. She is very hot though.

It was quite obvious Katharina was a strikingly beautiful woman with her waist-long brown curls, flawlessly white skin, and astonishingly blue eyes. Angel could observe how many heads she was turning while casually walking the streets.

"Erzähl mir wie sie ist./ Tell me how she is."

Angel rolled his eyes. He did understand some German after so many years with Michael but he didn't really speak it nor did he feel like making an effort, but the same seemed to go for Katharina and English or any other language.

In the end, he decided to ignore the question.

"Ich habe dich etwas gefragt. Antworte!/ I have asked you something. Answer!" she growled and Angel felt how the cuff around his neck started to burn and constrict.

"What... Uhh, do you want to know?"

"Ist sie schöner? Mächtiger? Was macht sie besonders?/ Is she more beautiful? More powerful? Why is she special?"

"Beauty is generally in the eyes of the beholder but yes Mila is quite pretty," answered Angel rejoicing a bit in satisfaction about her irritated face. "Powerful... I suppose she is now since she has the power of a goddess. And you know, she is a really nice person; I bet that is what Erik liked the most about her, how she is selfless and caring and loved him and their child more than herself..." continued Angel calmly but quite spiteful in the undertone.

"Kind... Wann ist das passiert?/ Child... when did that happen?" asked Katharina and this time she seemed indeed affected.

Strangely she seemed to care about Erik, in a way at least. Probably only as her possession but it was still caring, considered Angel.

"It was on the first try. Dunno, probably because humans are better at breeding or it was particularly passionate, but who cares after all," answered Angel suppressing a smirk.

"Mensch... Sie ist menschlich? Er hat ein Kind mit einem Menschen gezeugt?/ Human.... She is human? He impregnated a human?" said Katharina with tears burning in her eyes and panting breath.

"Yeah... Love and shit like that, trashes all barriers... Ya know. Would you know? Dunno'?" But somehow Angel was amazed that she was actually crying.

He felt awkward. Sure as hell he didn't like her but it was no delight seeing anybody cry.

"Well... There, there. You had your time together and you were, you know, dead.
If you would love him, you would be happy that he found someone to love and all that."

It was not that Angel didn't mean what he was saying but he also felt the hypocrisy in the words. He was not happy for Michael. He would want to be but wasn't and there he was lecturing this woman.

Then again she just crawled out from the deepest pits of hell, so whatever.

Sehr geehrte Damen und Herren in wenigen Minuten werde wir in Berlin Schönefeld landen. Vielen Dank dass Sie mit uns geflogen sind./ Dear passengers in a few minutes we are going to land on the Berlin Schönefeld airport. Welcome to Germany and thank you for choosing our airline.

They were in Europe and both of them were actually trying to find Mila, for completely different reasons but the reasons didn't matter for the time being.

Since it had been a goddess that put that curse on him, Angel thought that only a god can lift it and Mila was the only goddess he knew personally.

According to the faceless or face-full one he met, Mila was alive and on earth, but where? If he would be Mila and would come to earth who would she search for? Erik most certainly. It made sense. Seemingly gods weren't omniscient after all so she couldn't know he was dead.

That was his, as well as Katharina's conclusion. That was why they were in Europe.

"Wir müssen nach Bayern./ We have to get to Bavaria."

"What on earth should we do there?"

To say that Katharina didn't quite grasp the state of the world was an understatement. It was difficult enough to explain to her that Germany had lost the Second World War. Angel even went over himself to comfort her a bit, just to make her shut up.

"Das Anwesen der Wittfelds befindet sich dort. Ich dachte du meintest schon mal da gewesen zu sein. Míchael wird dort sein. Ihr Leute seid echt nicht die hellsten./ The estate of the Wittfelds is there. I thought you said you have been there at some point. Michael will be there. You people are certainly not the brightest."

Angel tried to brush off the slightly racist comment but it was so damn difficult. That was the last thing wolves needed to take over from humans, damn racism now when they barely, slightly got over homophobia.

"Erik moved the headquarters to Scotland after he fought against Germany. So much for that. And do I have to draw it up for you that he is one-third brown, you dumb bitch. Risen from the dead but still dumb as can be and bringing shame on your people."

Angel paid for his insolence however when Katharina summoned her claws and planted them aggressively into his thigh. He could not even scream there in the middle of the plane.

Still, Katharina sniffled.

"Er ist nicht reinrassig, und him habe ihm trotz allem akzeptiert, und trotz allem hat er mich verraten./ Yes, he is not pure and I had accepted him as my mate regardless, and despite that he betrayed me."

Oh Lord did her brain get atrophy in death or was she always like this? Poor Erik, the made bond makes you dumb and blind.

"He literally killed everyone that harmed you. Jesus Christ! Anyway, we need to go to Scotland."

The next flight was however only the next day so that night Angel was dragged along the streets of Berlin by Katharina.

"Was ist hier passiert?/ What happened here?" asks Katharina when they passed Brandenburger Tor and the remains of the Berlin wall.

Angel smiled in irony.

"After Germany had lost the war, Berlin was divided between the allied forces into influence areas. One of them was the Russian one."

Katharina spit on the ground in disgust and Angel felt like face-palming.

"Anyway... You might be acquainted with Karl Mark and Friedrich Engels. Since they are kinda old and German-speaking."

Katharina looked curious at Angel.

"Yes of course, they have quite interesting works."

Okay, at least she is book smart even if the epitome of obnoxiousness.

"Well the Russians took their theories a bit too seriously and communism was born, that divided Europe and Berlin in two, the communist east and the capitalist west. Wikipedia it, I am not good at explaining these things and I might be biased."

"Humans are so stupid," she muttered.

It was somehow interesting to observe her, how she marveled at the fashion, the flavors, and the new buildings even if it was to express her dislike for all of them in the end.

"Tell me about the others," she demands.

"What others?"

"Michael, Samira and Dahiru, Cohen and Kiera, Kiril..."

"Michael is now Alpha of Europe as I mentioned. He took Charlotte as a Luna."

"Ugh," she grimaced and for the first time, Angel could agree with her.

"Charlotte was so disgustingly in love with Erik, it was to some extent satisfying to see the disappointment in her when Erik chose me again and again. I don't imagine how she is now with Michael, besides that, I thought Michael liked boys."

"Yeah, me too," answered Angel staring at the grass under his feet.

"Dahiru and Cohen are dead, and so is Kiril."

"My oh my, it seems there has been some pot stirring while I was gone. Doesn't matter, I disliked all of them somehow. The only thing I liked about Kiril was his ambition but we never really resonated in anything else."

On the morrow of the next day, they landed in Edinburgh and Katharina decided they should turn and run to the villa.

Angel had not been in his wolf form since that unfortunate encounter with Nodin.

The way the wind felt on his fur, the speed, and the freedom of the woods made him forget for an instant about the unfortunate situation.

And then there was something else in the air as they were approaching the house in the woods, a scent he didn't feel in a while, pines and smoke, and that thing that always made him shudder.

Michael.

It took only seconds for him to be crushed under him in his wolf form on the damp leaves of the forest.

At first, he thought fugitively about Katharina and how she must be around somewhere but then he heard Michael's mating roar and felt his weight on him. It made him grit his fangs together to not respond. The resistance was short-lived because soon after he felt Michael's canines on the back of his neck and he howled lengthy in satisfaction turning into his human form.

On his back, he felt how Michael's fur turned to skin and his hand started to touch him greedily as if they didn't see each other in months, as if he wanted to make up for all the lost time.

He felt the bites on the back of his neck and moaned profusely. He had missed that so much, so much he was painfully hard within minutes.

It seemed that despite the way he was acting Michael had missed him just as much judging by how hard the member was that was pressing into his lower back.

Michael's tongue was tracing the line of his spine sprinkling occasional kisses and bites between the licks and Angel couldn't speak, only pant and gasped for air, the air that he wanted to have been missing all those months.

And Michael's tongue went lower and lower parting his cheeks and preparing him for the moment, minutes later, when he was going to feel him inside.

Angel moaned again lowdly and closed his eyes. He had missed that so much, so painfully much.

"Coje me/ Fuck me," he whispered shortly before the edge of Michael's palm went into his mouth. He felt his hands stroking desperately violently against his too hard penis and Michael entering him rough and almost violently.

It took only a few strokes, almost as wild and hard as his heart beats for them both to cum, Michael's howl being probably heard for kilometers while Angel bit shiny-eyed with elongated canines in the back of his hand. The leaves around them caught fire
shortly after.

Angel turned around and made the fire go off smiling smugly.

"I guess, regardless of how hard you try nobody is the yin to your yang like I am."

Michael opened his mouth to answer but his expression changed drastically and his face became pale looking over Angel's head muttering bleach white, "Katharina...."

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This was not planned but kinda happened. 😂