Tales of a Shifter (P5) The White Mountain

Chapter 2 - Godfather

Chapter 2 – God Father

As the reality that Ezekiels confession would remain unanswered Ezekiel actually felt a small intense jab in his heart. Something akin to disappointment.

And yet....What Ezekiel felt even more then the disappointment was the sick swirl of frustration with himself. Ezekiel was not a child, or a young boy head over heels in amour. He was a grown man that had attacked a situation with all the finesse of a lumbering fool. His words and feelings for Brandon were not diminished or untrue....but in his delivery Ezekiel had to accept that he had perhaps been hasty and uncouth.

What did you expect!? You just threw that shit in his face after he was attacked and brutalized.

Ezekiel hissed in his mind.

Still....Ezekiel had not uttered the words falsely....or without feeling that there was definite reciprocation on Brandon's end.

Ezekiel saw it in his eyes...and felt it when they kissed. In fact Ezekiel was sure that Brandon not only desired him and cared for him...but that Brandon loved him too, but Brandon was not at a point mentally to even have this conversation.

So where did this leave them? And what did Ezekiel do with the cold lump in his heart that no amount of rational thinking could undo?

Fortunately...or perhaps unfortunately as both Brandon and Ezekiel started to get up and sit on the edge of the bed, Ezekiel's bedroom door was suddenly thrown open and without an ounce of guilt or hesitation on their faces Nate, Erin and Drin all danced into the room.

"Hey! HEY! You could have knocked dammit!!" Ezekiel found himself growling in useless frustration as his cousins and his brother steadily intruded deeper into his room, only to step a few feet from the edge of the bed.

"Yo!" Nate called as he sauntered into the room at the head of the small group. Nate looked much better then he had only a few days ago. It was instantly apparent that his brother had fully healed from the grievous wounds he had received from Jacob. He was freshly dressed down in jeans and a whit-tee, and his eyes black and white eyes were full of vibrancy and mischief.

Erin and Nate also were dressed down. She was in a soft sun dress and sandals, while Drin was sporting jeans and a jacket. But unlike Nate, Ezekiel's cousins still sported a few fading bruises and some bandages. It was odd to see them still sporting wounds, but seeing as they were younger and had only just experienced their first Shit, they Leopards were far less adept at healing them then either Nate or Ezekiel's inner beasts.

Erin's face though did not look the least bit encumbered by his tone, instead she looked down right frustrated herself. And as she walked up to the bed his cousin stamped her foot and growled. "You were supposed to tell us when he woke up Ezekiel. We've been worried sick about him for days!"

"Sorry for barging in like this Ezekiel." Drin said with a small wave of his hand. "We were coming to check on Brandon, and Erin heard him talking and the next thing you know we were storming the room." Drin softly hedged on their behalf, with a sheepish smile as Erin dashed past him, and Nate, before she unceremoniously dropped down into the bed, between Brandon and Ezekiel.

"Brandon I so glad your awake!" Erin exclaimed, and with a genuine smile she swiftly leaned in and encased Brandon in a bear hug.

"Whoa!" Brandon flinched in surprise as the Leopardess embraced him without permission or hesitation.

Sensing that Brandon's discomfort came not only from the sudden touch, but because he was still stiff from sleeping off his injuries Ezekiel grabbed his cousin and unwound her arms gently but firmly with a small admonishment. "Erin stop that....he just woke up. Be Gentle!"