☽ Fang ☾ [Howl sequel] ✔

☽ 24 ☾

Colby was at this laptop, sitting in the kitchen with one foot up on the bar stool wrung and another on the floor. He had his music playing on his phone beside him and he hummed lightly the music. His attention was on uploading and editing videos, ensuring that each was up to the high quality he had set for himself and his personal channel. He planned on setting up the two videos, a drunk truth or dare with Sam and an exploration video he did with Shea, as his last ones before he went on a much needed break. He additionally wanted to write Luna a letter, since she didn't have email and Mike refused to answer his calls and texts, and he wouldn't deny he missed her company or Mike's, wishing he could talk to them both about everything. But, he wanted to respect their space and their privacy and their safety. He waited long enough to send Luna any message and he would wait more if needed. After all, he needed to give his attention fully to Amber and Xepher, but he needed the money from these videos to fix the cabin.

Now that Sam's heat and his rut were finally quenched and his Alpha felt less inclined to pin the Omega under him, Colby had one less worry on his hands-- Sam. While Sam was still fearful about going out of their room without a pack member with him, Sam agreed to go out with Jake to scout some of areas they knew had supernaturals. Colby was proud of him, but the Alpha in him kept reaching out through their mental link to tug at the other end, waiting for Sam to respond.

Meanwhile, Colby turned from his laptop, allowing the YouTube page to load to upload his videos, and spun on his barstool chair to look up at the massive white board pulled from storage that Sam used back in their apartments for video ideas. The white board was covered in papers and photos and marks and red string and it looked like something from a true crime tv show.

Colby reached out to touch one of the red strings that connected Amber's selfie pulled from her Instagram before she went into hiding with them all to Xepher's own self-portrait. Tugging on it softly, he let it go when it grew taunt. The red string vibrated softly before stilling between the two.

"I'll find you guys," Colby whispered to himself, swallowing the anger in his throat.

"Front door," Colby heard the sound of their security system signal that someone had entered the house.

He quickly spun toward the hallway, heart beating fast, as he prepared himself for an attack. But, instead of a violent and bloody attack-- Colby Brock got a mouthful of blonde hair and two arms refusing to let him breathe.

Sam came barreling around the corner and threw himself at his mate, tears streaming down his face. The Alpha immediately went into overprotective mode, taking a much needed breath as Sam buried his face into Colby's neck, inhaling the comforting scent of mate.

"Sam...," Colby spoke gently, "What happened? What's going on? Why are you crying?"

"Sam?" Colby heard the female voice of one of his Omega pack members and saw Tara come around the corner with Jake behind her. The both had such evident worry around their eyes that it made Colby tighten his hold on his mate, "Oh thank God," her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

The Omega whimpered, his body shaking, as he seemed to clutch at Colby tighter.

"Will someone explain to me what happened?" Colby controlled his frustration and confusion by turning his attention to Jake and Tara.

The Omega swallowed, turning to her mate, before walking away towards the cabinets. Jake took a step forward, raising a hand toward Sam, but Colby hissed, pulling Sam away. Jake frowned lightly, "We were out and decided to stop at a gas station for some snacks. There was a man in there that looked like Jake Paul," Sam shivered as memories seemed to consume him mentally, "And we didn't realize what was happening till we came looking for Sam. Apparently, the man started to talk to Sam."