Tharn's POV:
After the eventful night, we lose a friend. We take Dylan's body to the pack to be buried there, Type has been quiet since then, he never approaches nor talks to anyone even his friends.
He is blaming himself, I know!
He stayed inside the room we provided for them, they are not safe anymore so I offer that they can stay at the pack since my mate is known now as a "chosen one", my pack member heard it from the guardians.
My pack member is delighted and accepts them.
We are all worried even his team didn't bother to disturb him, they bring him food and yes he eats it, but he is still there inside his room.
Everything is not cleared yet, a lot of questions piled up on our minds, and we've got no answered from anything.
Walking out of my room, I decided to take a visit to the pack training ground. I saw my pack member training with guns, arrows, knives, and one on one combat.
They stopped their track when they saw humans approaching us.
"Goodmorning Tharn, can we join the training! " the guy with a white complexion ask me, I remember his name is Cirrus.
I look at my member, and they bow at me.
I nod at them, and they exchanged smiles.
Looking at them, my pack members watching carefully, observing every move! These people are no joke when it comes to weapons. They handle the guns like they are handling a flower. A smooth moves, on every part of rifles and shotguns, sniper rifles, and personal defense weapons.
No wonder, you can't see any fear in their eyes, they know how to kill, they were born to kill just like us.
The training stopped as we saw Techno approaching us, I ordered him to look after Type, he is the one who does all the reports about my mate's condition.
"Alpha, Type is waiting in your study room! " we exchange glances with his friends. I feel everyone's excitement, we are waiting for this, for him to come out and had a talk. I saw Sarawat nod at me, giving me a signal to go ahead.
Finally!
I walk faster, excited and happy but at the same time nervous. My mate is calm on the outside but he can be a hurricane if he wants to. And that thought sends a chill on my spine.
Opening the door of the study room, I saw Type standing on one of the bookshelves near the window, looking at the certain book.
He diverted his eyes on me when he feels my presence. I motion him to sit down, as I take my seat facing him.
The silence is quite eerie, I don't know how to start a conversation knowing that he might still be mad at me. I look up but to my surprise, he staring at me also.
I cleared my throat, I suddenly felt cold all around.
"Thank you for keeping us here! " I snapped my head to look at him when I heard his voice. He hangs his head low biting his lips.
Still, I didn't talk, I don't know what to say.
"I want to go back to the city, I need to finish my business with my father! " he blurted out, he sounds firm no he is not informing me of his plan, he is TELLING me his plan.
"No! you won't go back there, it's dangerous! you know that, right? " I switch my position to his side. "We need to make a plan, I'm sure they have a set of plans to capture you and your team, it's not safe out there anymore Type. " I hold his hand, I don't care anymore if he snatches it away from me. I just wanted to make sure that he will stay.
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