The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 49: Kinesthetic Therapy

"Hey Geo!" Fluffy black hair ran up to meet him. The kid had been enjoying running around talking to all of them.

"Hey Wiatt," Geo smiled. He was about the same height as him, which was weird for someone who was related to the Alpha of the Valor Pack. But, boy, was he just as talkative as that family. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," he bounced again. "Whatcha doin?"

"Just thought I'd fix some things in this house," he told him. He had been trying to keep himself busy the past week. Working with his hands usually helped calm him down. At the moment, he was repairing one of the doors. It was to one of their storage rooms and it looked as if it had been taken off it's hinges for a long time now.

"You don't really have to, you know," Wiatt frowned a little. "You're supposed to be our guest."

"Just consider it a thanks," he said, screwing in one last hinge. "For letting us all stay here."

"Oh, we would have no matter what, though," Wiatt said. "We all love having visitors."

"Still," he patted the omega's head. He was pretty cute, he had to say. "Besides, the members of the Reverence Pack always keep busy."

"You guys also seem like you work yourselves too hard," he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him. When he turned around, he saw a man that looked faintly like Alpha Jett, only older. His dark hair had a hint of grey as those orange eyes looked at him curiously. "I'm amazed that you could still find work to do in a house like this."

"I've always been good with my hands, sir," he told him. Wiatt ran up to him to give him a hug, so he guessed he shouldn't be too afraid of the man.

"I thought you only did roofing," he raised an eyebrow at him. "Where did you learn to do such a great job on this?"

"My uncle," he told him. "He works on houses for a living." His family was one of builders. His uncle worked on houses, his father on the rooftops, and he even had an aunt who was a plumber before she moved away with her mate. She always came to visit every year. Every time she did she would give him some of her homemade jerky. Hers' was always the best.

"He taught you a lot, didn't he?" the man asked. Those orange eyes looked at him in sympathy. He probably caught onto his homesickness.

"Yes, sir," he told him. "He even taught me how to fight, along with Shiro and some others."

"Your father didn't teach you?" the man asked.

"He was a little busy," he told him. He didn't want to speak ill of his dad. He might have tried to have him killed, but he didn't want everything about him on display for the whole world to see. Family matters were always supposed to be dealt with at home.

He didn't know he was looking down until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked back up to see that the man was much closer than before, with kind eyes and a warm smile.

"You're always welcome here," he told him. "No matter what happens."

"Thank you," he bowed his head a little in respect. He wasn't sure what was going to happen at the moment. He wasn't even sure if Shiro was going to make it out of this alive, but him saying that made him feel a little better.

"You can call me Henry," he told him. "I'm one of the elders here."

"Or you could call him Grandpa," Wiatt told him. His eyes still bright and sparkly. "A lot of the kids around here do. Oh! Or Uncle Hen. That's what I call him!"

Geo had to hold back a laugh for that one. That had to be the most ridiculous name he had heard so far.

"You're lucky you're my nephew," Henry laughed, putting the little omega in a headlock.