Chasing Mates (MxM)

Chapter Fifty

Shawn P.O.V

I knock on the front door again harder.

My throat is thick with nerves. His home is quiet. Nothing can be heard from outside. Nothing but the buzzing of his porch light and the cicadas and crickets.

I switch from one foot to the other, the porch wood planks creaking under my weight. Swallowing down the instinct to turn and walk away, I decided to pull out my phone. I dial his number but his phone doesn't even ring out and I'm introduced to his voicemail.

Since I know two other people are living here and they are probably asleep, I do not want to keep knocking.

I'm not going to lie. My heart is working overtime right now. Something could have happened to him. If that's true then I know he wouldn't reach out and ask for help. He's too headstrong for that. Self-less.

But even though Angel was excited about tonight, probably as much as me, did he change his mind? Maybe he regrets inviting me to hang out and get to know each other.

My stomach is twisting with embarrassment as I walk back down the steps. As I glance at my phone, I see that it has already been thirty-five minutes since he went inside.

Realization hitting, I stop in my tracks to my car. I didn't come here to back down. I need to get my head straight. I slide my hand down my face as I groan out loud. Frustrated with myself.

He probably decided to take a shower or something. Which would be weird since he hinted at us going into the river.

I shouldn't make conclusions about everything. He can tell me himself.

I take long confident strides back up his porch and raise my hand again to knock. Damn waking everyone up.

Before my hand connects with the wooden door, it opens quickly and Angel crashes into my chest as if he was rushing. "Woah," I say as he staggers back. I grab his elbow so that he can right himself.

"Crap, I'm sorry, Shawn. I lost track of time,"

"For almost forty minutes?" I lazily chuckle.

"Shizz, I'm really sorry," he says stepping out, closing the door behind him, and locking it. "Follow me, let's start walking," he urges.

I don't argue and follow him. Once, we reach the woods, a faint trail can be seen. We begin to walk along it as I grab Angel's hand. He seemed to be walking pretty fast but really there was no rush.

"What took you so long? I had half a mind to leave," literally.

He smiles widely. "Grey finally woke up and we got lost in conversation,"

"He did! Is he okay?" I ask relieved to hear the little warlock isn't dead.

Angel nods he is. "He's just tired and needs rest while his magic comes back to him. I worry that he might be overestimating how strong he is. It's never taken him this long to recover from using all his magic"

"What do you mean?" I ask as we both duck under a low hanging branch.

"Well, at first it would usually take him a few hours to wake up. But then it became an entire day. And now, Shawn it nearly took him three days to wake up. What if he drains his magic again and-"

"He never wakes up," I finish for him. I drape  my arm around him and push him to my side to help comfort him. "I'm sure it won't come to that,"

"Heh, how can you be sure? You didn't see how weak he looked. It was hard to even believe him when he said he would be fine, I could barely look him in the eyes after,"