Wolf Bite || BL

Chapter 32 || Old Friends

Isaac POV*

What? Marc? I thought he died, now he's here? "It's been a while." My dad said with a sad smile. Marc stayed quiet as he watched in disbelief. "Not long enough." He then said as he pushed himself off the bars, sitting down on the bench behind him.

"What do you mean?" My dad asked, sounding hurt. "I did such a horrible thing, I thought you never wanted to see me again." He explained. "What- no that's not it at all." Dad defended. Marc looked up at him. "We knew it was an accident, we never even blamed you, you just- disappeared." He said back as he got closer.

"It does change the fact she almost died!" He yelled as he also took a step closer. "If I had just learned how to control my emotions I could've-" he stopped, tears filling his eyes. "You were just a child-" dad argued back, clearly not wanting Marc to be too hard on himself. Marc stayed quiet.

"And in the end she was fine, you could've come back." He said, tears filling his own eyes. "I couldn't- I couldn't face you after that," Marc said quietly. "Not after all I've done."

Dad sighed. "You were my best friend, and you left us." He started to sound a bit angry as probably years of emotions run free in his head. "Every day she came back to that spot." Marc's eyes lid up. "Every day she waited for you to come back" dad continued.

"But you never did," he finished, pain now clearly in his voice.  "Why didn't you?" Marc let out a yell as he hit the wall. "Because I was scared it would happen again, I was scared of hurting her- hurting you- again, so I ran" he yelled. "Kt was the best way to keep you safe. Until I could control it" my dad shook his head.

"Then, why didn't you come back when you learned to, " dad asked, trying to find the smallest hope to hold on to. "Because I still can't- I can't control it at all, Nigel," he said defeated.

My dad stayed quiet as Marc caught his breath. "We could've figured it out together."  He finally answered. Marc didn't say anything back anymore he just went back and sat down, facing the wall again. "I'm not giving up on you," my dad said silently before he turned away and walked out. I quickly hid around the corner as he walked out the door, luckily he didn't spot me.

I walked out after I heard the door of the building close. I turned to look back at the cells. Marc still sitting alone, his back facing the bars. And he silently sat in the darkness.

I left the building, standing still for a bit at the door, not sure what to do next. This was the last thing I expected to happen. Now it was confirmed, that they did catch a werewolf. This means there was a reason for Lukas to be scared.

I started my walk when I noticed the group of people standing around the hunter, praising them. I didn't understand why they were doing that in the first place, there was no real reason for them to hunt Marc. We didn't even know he was excited. But all they saw was a monster.

I turned around and headed home. When I got inside it was eerily quiet, and my dad wasn't in the front. The sun was already starting to set so I decided to lock the store and go looking for him.

I put the keys in their usual place, turning the corner to find my dad sitting in his usual spot. Head in his hands. I went up to him carefully. "Dad? What's wrong?" I asked. He looked up, surprised to see me.

"Oh hey, yeah I'm fine. It's just been a long day..." he sighed, leaning back into his chair. I took a seat across from him. "Do you think they're right?" I asked. "Who?" He asked confused. "Those, hunters.. do you think the guy caught is a werewolf?" I asked, even though I already know the truth.

He sighed. "It doesn't matter is he is, they think he is and that's all they care about." He said. "But what if they're wrong, what if he's innocent!" I shot back as I sat up. My dad shook his head. "He might be, but they're nothing that'll change their minds." He sighed, running his hand through his hair, clearly in distress.

"That's not fair-!" I yelled back. "It's not- but there's nothing we can do to change it." He looked away, clearly not accepting his answer. "There's gotta be something we could do, if we don't he'll"

"Isaac, drop it." He said sternly. "I know what you're thinking, but it's a bad idea. Leave it alone." He said as he stood up. He walked up to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, but not looking at me. "Sometimes you're too much like your mother." He sighed before leaving the room.

I dropped down onto the couch. This was so frustrating, there has to be something I can do. I wouldn't just let him die in there.

I let out another sigh before grabbing my book again. I stared at all the unfamiliar names. How in the world was I going to find all of these when I don't even k ow what they looked like. And even then, how would I even k ow about making it. It can't be as easy as putting everything together. But who would know?

Maybe my dad but he sure won't tell me. Lukas and Aubrey didn't know there was poison so I'm pretty sure they won't know of an antidote. What about Marc? He used to hang out with my mom and dad- and my mom is the one who knew about the poison.

I closed the book and sat up. That settles it, I had to find a way to ask him about it. Meaning I had to find a way to get him out of there.