The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 47: What Next?

He never liked crying in front of anyone. He never liked feeling this weak, even if it was in the heavenly arms of his mate. But as soon as he was given control again, all of the emotions that had been held back came to the surface. All of the pain, physical and verbal. All the memories, good and bad. All of them came through his mind and he let all of it out. His mind was too weak to hold them all back anymore.

It felt so strange being away from his pack. He could no longer feel the connection that he had shared with anyone. It was a rope that had been cut in half. It felt like he was falling down an endless hole of nothingness. He hated it. He had never felt lonelier in his life. His friends and family, the ones he had loved and protected for all his life, none of them were there. He couldn't even connect to Geo or his sister.

"Shiro," Jett's soft voice filled the room again. "Please say something."

He had been holding him the whole time, trying to ask him questions. He hadn't been able to answer any of them, too consumed by his own turmoil to even hear what they were. All he could do was try his best to hold onto the warmth that had wrapped around him.

"I feel empty," the words finally came out of his mouth. "I no longer have a purpose. I don't have a pack to lead anymore."

"You do, though," Jett said. "They are your pack; your family. You'll lead them again, Shiro."

"Where's Geo?" he thought he remembered seeing a glimpse of him right when he woke up. He couldn't remember too much from then, though. But he could swear that he could smell his scent. "Is he here?"

"Yeah," Jett said. "He's waiting outside. Along with Miki and Jin."

"Miki and Jin?" he asked. "What are they doing here?" What had happened while he was escaping? It seemed like he had missed out on so much. He didn't even know how many days had passed since he had escaped from his father's torture.

"I'll let them explain," Jett kissed his head. Every touch gave him comfort in a way that was unknown to him. It was all alien, but good nonetheless. "Do you want to see them?"

He couldn't have them see him like this. If they were all here that meant that they had left their pack as well. They all were probably lost, and in need of some kind of direction. But he was weak. He wanted to see the ones he grew up with. They were the ones who he went through everything with. They were his family.

He nodded his answer, letting Jett carefully move him on the bed so that he was on his back again. The pain had lessened quite a lot from when he had first gotten wounded. But he still felt like he couldn't move around that much. He was stiff with wrappings and casts all over him. But being in Jett's arms was still the most comfortable thing in the world to him.

"Here," Jett got up and went towards one of the counters. It hurt the more he walked away. He didn't want him to even be on the other side of the room at the moment. He'd rather be in his arms again.

He heard the sound of a faucet turning on, then Jett turned back to him. He held a rag as he came up to him, wiping his face off and cleaning it as soon as he got close enough.

"There," he smiled, his hands cupping his face. "Now you look better."

"Thanks," Shiro said. He never had someone do something like that. He was sure that if it were any other situation, he'd be blushing.

"You'll still always be my Prince," Jett said. "No matter what."

He wished he could laugh at that moment. His ribs were in too much pain for him to be able to do anything other than breath. They had burned all while he was crying, he merely didn't care. But that was also why he didn't talk too loudly.