(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P4)- The Blood

Chapter 4 - Instinctive

  Chapter 4

"Ezekiel? Brandon?....Sweethearts?" Glen called softly.

A small jostle and the soft feminine clearing of a throat forced Ezekiel to claw himself up from a mind fogged with odd nightmares and anxiety.

When Ezekiel looked up, into the warm green eyes of his mother and the stoic brown gaze of his father....it didn't matter. An alarming hiss was slithering up and out of his mouth before he could stop it.

And if Ezekiel could have stopped the sound from escaping....Ezekiel knew he wouldn't have. His entire body tightened like the coils of a snake as his mother removed her hand from his shoulder where she had been gently rocking him awake, to hover over, then gently caress Brandon's forehead and face.

Brandon stirred slightly in Ezekiel's embrace, his expression transforming from a peaceful sleep, to a pained furrowed brow. A soft small cry settled in his chest as Brandon turned from Glens' caress, and unconsciously borrowed into Ezekiels chest.

Bursting with another hiss, and his arms locking around Brandon's disturbed form Ezekiel had to swallow the undeniable need he suddenly had to roar at his mother. To swipe at her with his claws. His inner leopard bared its fangs in a show of possessive irritation.

Curbing the sound behind his teeth, Ezekiel instead pulled Brandon against his chest and rumbled in content as Brandon clutched at his shirt and snuggled against him trying to get comfortable once more. Luckily he didn't awaken.

But unluckily for his mother she released a small chuckle and once more reached towards Brandon, this time she tangled her small hand in the hair at the base of his scalp, and gently rubbed his nape. With a soft mummer, she crowded Ezekiel as she leaned in. "Brandon...please.....Wake up....it's been half a day, you need to wake up now...."

"Stop!" Ezekiel snapped, shackling Brandon closer to his chest and flashing his fangs at her. "What are you doing? Why are you touching him right now!?" Ezekiel whispered/hissed in warning. A part of Ezekiel didn't like the tone of his voice in those moments.

It was almost silky, calm, sharp. When inside he felt a need to roar and growl and scream. This voice felt wrong. The ache in his body to lunge across the bed and roar at his mother was horrible and inappropriate....but like drawing his next breath Ezekiel didn't want to stop the involuntary actions of his body and muscles...or the thoughts that accompanied it.

IT felt right. Like this was exactly what he needed to be doing.

In the back of his mind, Ezekiel registered the intense burn in his eyes that signified that his eyes would be slit like a beasts and glowing an unholy florescent blue. His tongue danced across the deadly points of his six fangs that Ezekiel hadn't even realized were already bursting out of his gums.

"Ezekiel...?" His mother intoned his voice with two parts surprise and one part caution. With a slow recoil, she slowly, if quickly rocked back on her heels and up to her feet.

With wide green eyes latched onto Ezekiel she retreated to stand beside his father, whose own eyes were now filled with the same caution as his mothers. As if they were in a dangerous situation....as if Ezekiel was dangerous.

A part of Ezekiel wondered what they saw on his face just then? What did they sense about his mental stability in those moments?

Did they know that he was fighting every fiber of his being not to get up and bodily toss his own parents from the room like trash?

Did they sense that he didn't want anyone near Brandon when he was still hurt; Not when his tempting blood was still polling behind a vicious fresh wound in his face?