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Only to prove a point.
“Pick him up. Put him behind the shed.” A wooden pole made of oak stands thick and tall, that’s been dug deep into the ground. My mother attaches the collar to a neck before my
rothers lay me down near the chain that attaches at the base of the beam. I hear the click
of the lock that attaches to the loop in the silver collar.
“Now, let’s begin, shall we?” My brothers take a seat on the picnic table, watching my
mother.
“I think that it’s too much information for you to process at one time. Too much all at once makes you do crazy things, like trying to take your father on when you have no business trying to challenge him. So you will remain out here until you have control over yourself,
and we will fill you in very slowly on what you’ve missed out on. When you are caught up.
I’ll let you out. The wolf is laying on its side, the bleeding stopped on its own. I will have
new scars. I wonder if those scars on my father came from his father?
Looking into my brothers‘ eyes, I can see that they are slightly unsettled by this turn of
events
Fingers dig into the scruff of the Wild’s neck, angling my muzzle toward her nose.
“Do you understand?” She waits for an answer from me. We give her cheek a fast lick before she lets go, making my head fall hard into the dirt.
She walks away from us before coming back, pointing a finger in my brothers‘ faces. “You
will not release him until I say so.” Each one of them nod their heads quickly with her unspoken threat.
Once she’s gone, Caleb is the first to speak. “Got your ass handed to you. Not so tough now,
are we, number one?”
Cash says nothing, no response from him: he’s all I can look at. I want to wrap my arms. around that male. A low whimper from a throat tells him my sorrow for him.
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He’s lost so much weight, sunken in cheeks. He looks only like a fragment of himself Eyes haunted, does he see the nightmare when he tries to sleep like I did? I know this look; he looks just like me so long ago.
He gets up and was away from our group, hands in pockets, hend bent down. His gait is slow, walking to his own saddened song.
Crane follows him, talking to him, but Cash doesn’t answer back. I should have been here. Rage once again growls out. I must look a sight, unable to move, just a mess of wolf, but still
making my displeasure known.
I guess my mother is right. I can’t handle what’s about to come in words. I need time to process all of this without posing a danger to everyone and myself.
“We have a lot to talk about, number one, but I think for today you’ve had more
information than you
can handle. See you in the morning. I’ll bring breakfast!” He and Carson both get up at the same time, leaving me to chew on everything that I’ve been told. so far. I’m not sure I can handle any more of what’s been going on in my absence,
What I know at this moment is that Kennedy died in childbirth. That Rya left her pack, but why? She has gone off by herself without Clayton by her side. A new hope infuses into me that maybe there still is a chance for us, if she didn’t choose to stay with him, maybe. I cut
that thought out completely.
All that’s been slamming into my mind when I let it is their bodies molded together, his hands gripping her, while hers were traveling his lines. Their tongues exploring each other, my gut clenches with the sight of it. The way he pulled her into him as if he’s done it before. It was natural, no awkwardness. She made no protest; she only wanted more from him. The ways her hand was slowly creeping up inside his shirt…I try to make the image disappear, but it’s hard to not see what I did. I just thought that with me out of the way, they would eventually be what they were made to be. I guess she proved my theory wrong.
The next day has Caleb eating a plate of food and throwing me bites every now and then.
“Here, catch.” He tosses a piece of meat my way that lands beside my wobbly legs, whose
feeling has come back, but not enough to work properly.
“That sucks, hate when dirt gets on my food.” He casually stabs a piece of pancake with his fork, placing it in his mouth, making a show of how good it tastes.
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That earns him a low, rumbling growl.
Pointing his fork my way, while he chews with his mouth open, he does it on purpose, He
to when he does that. “Now, brother, no need to growl, we’re friends
knows how much
Look at you. It’s sl…
ul, really.” He shakes his head in mock displeasure.
“So Mom said to tell you about Rya. Shall I begin?” He tosses me another piece of meat, just shy of my jaws so it’s covered in a coating of dirt that I swallow down. He’s doing it on
purpose.
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