Dark Twin Moon - The Awakening

Chapter 41:

The morning sun had risen once again. Chad could barely pull himself out of bed. When did he even get there? He had no idea. After all, he had been at Dal's side since Ian had given him pointers on how to repair his broken bond with his soulmate. That was some time ago. He couldn't say how long. Whether days or even weeks.

He had read through books like a madman, taken notes, and even gone to the library - he didn't even know such a thing existed. It was only after his best friend had picked up about half a dozen books that Chad had an epiphany. He pulled out his phone and looked up what he could find on the global network about lycans - a brilliant invention from someone who had lived with werewolves his entire life about a hundred years ago.

Dal got so mad at him after he showed him that he ignored him for the rest of the night. It still hurts him.

Chad was still confused about his friend's behavior. But he was willing to help him in whatever way he could anyway. After all, several days had already passed since they started.

He knocked on Dal's bedroom door once, a second time, and even a third, but not a single sound came from his room. Worried, he tried to open it, only to find it locked.

"Hey, Dal. It's me! Can you open the door?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"Fuck off!"

Chad heard an angry voice calling him out of the room. He was hurt when he heard his best friend say it so angrily. An unconscious whimper left his throat, his gaze cast to the floor.

"Then what should I do?" he asked, fiddling with his fingers.

"Go to school, jerk off, or whatever, just leave me alone!"

His body began to tremble, a burning sensation warning him that tears would soon flow from his eyes. So, with his voice shaking, he answered one last time: "Okay."

It never hurt so much when Dal talked to him. He had never used such an aggressive tone towards him. Did he do something wrong? Was it his fault?

The whole way to school, endless questions ran through his head.

When he reached the city on foot, he paid no attention to cars but simply walked across a street when necessary. He never once responded to a car's horn. He didn't care about others as he walked quickly past people and houses. Others who walked before him? He brushed past them rather roughly. What if a cyclist is in his way? He pushed them away.

For the duration of his journey, the world seemed to have ceased to exist for him.

When he finally entered the school, just a few minutes before school started, many people stared at him angrily, even some of his own pack members. Some had scratches on their arms or knees. Others had torn clothing. Confused and even a little irritated, Chad looked around. He was about to ask Dal what those looks meant. But as he looked around, he became painfully aware that he was alone, not finding his best friend by his side.

Suddenly, fear seized him. He had never been alone anywhere, especially not without Dal.

Out of nowhere, a small hand grabbed his upper arm. As soon as he felt the touch, his head snapped to the side. To his left stood a person he hadn't expected.

"Sorry," a quiet voice said to him. Luke's voice was relaxed, even a little confident. "You looked lost there. Where is your obnoxious other half?"

The taller werewolf wanted to get upset at this description of his best friend, but right now? He really couldn't. After all, he was still disappointed in him.

"Still studying," he murmured sadly.

"But aren't you football players exempt from regular school until the season is over?"