The Red Wolf's Mate

Chapter 41-Fire, Bad

Thank you Sir_Galaxy on Scratch.mit.edu for creating this for Wyatt's recollection of his childhood memory on watching his home burn down. I really appreciate it. 

Maureen POV 

'Monster' Did I just hear that horrible word escape from his sultry voice. Is he talking about me?! I reflectively recoil, thinking he is in fact referring to me. My temper is rising and my heart is sinking with the thought of my mate, my soulmate, pondering he views me as a monster! But why?? Because I'm a werewolf?????

"I'm a monster," he croaks out.

Wait, what??!! My mind is in shock! Him? A monster? That's not possible!!

I re-focus and ask him, "Did you just say you are a monster?" I want, no need clarification before my heart breaks into a million pieces. I thought things were going so well. What the hell??!!

"Yes, I'm a monster. You don't deserve a pathetic human, a murdering monster as a mate who is suppose to stand by your side for all to see," he spits out with disgust, which is aimed inwardly, while shooting daggers toward the coffee in his hands.

"Um, you're going to have to explain that one to me. I'm really confused as to why you would call yourself a monster. You? A monster? That's not possible. Why would I think that, ever, Wyatt? I just told you I'm a werewolf, shifted in front of your very eyes in the living room, and informed you that other supernatural beings exist. Some who actually suck blood from living creatures while some lore others to their death . So..........how are you a monster when there are creatures who move across this earth who are true horrors," I inquire.

"I killed my parents in that fire," he softly replies in barely a whisper.

This is Wyatt, my Wyatt. He is the most gentle  soul I've ever met. What in the world?! 

"Please elaborate Wyatt. You are the most caring,  gentle soul I've ever encountered. You are not a monster. This, I'm absolutely certain. I would like to know the story from your view, memories. What did your grandma, uncle, and aunt tell you all this time?   

I have reviewed the official fire report while researching him and his worthless uncle and aunt. I never saw anything in it that would point to Wyatt being responsible in any way, shape, or form nor for him to think himself a monster. I'm not going to tell him that tid bit right now since I need to know what he remembers and have been told. 

He takes a deep breath with closed eyes. He opens them while looking straight into mine. His beautiful jade eyes seem to be filled with pain, sorrow, and regret.

Then, he begins.

"I was 6yrs old and into everything. I was a curious kid if you can believe it. I loved asking questions and my parents didn't seem to mind. I don't know if it was just their way of doing things or the fact I was an only child and they couldn't say no to me. They would answer my endless questions the best they could or point me in a direction to explore and learn more. Then, I discovered matches. I didn't light things on fire or anything so don't get me wrong. I liked to strike the match and watch it burn.  I wanted to  figure out how it could go from a simple looking plain stick to having a flame at the top while it burned down to a shrivelled, blacken stick." 

He laughed and  grunted like he was disgusted and embarrassed, then continued, "Now I know it's simple science yet at 6 yrs I didn't."

He is silent for awhile, taking another deep breath and further explains, "I was on the back porch, lighting matches, watching to see if I could discover their secrets when my mom walked outside. She jumped at what I was doing and quickly picked everything up. She told me it was not safe and not to do it again, pretty much freaking out and snatching stuff up. I never got the chance to show her I wouldn't do it."