𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

05:Not The Kid.

  Caleb Murphy on above....    

I don't know his name, but he is fine...   and ignore the tattoos, he doesn't have any in this story. And his eyes are kinda grey, not brown.

                                                     Not The Kid

Caleb looks at the house, his stormy eyes squinting as he gives a once-over at the house. There was something odd about the house, or place or the people inside it, he was not sure. But there was something about it that stirred his wolf. Ares was restless, pacing through the wall of his mind as he huffed and puffed about Goddess knows what.

Ignoring his wolf, he glanced back to the house, where Zander talked with somebody. From the voice he can hear, he assumes it was Jaemin, the owner of the house. 

Caleb remembers this house as one of his former warrior's houses, who lost her parents on a rogue attack and moved out of the pack after she found her mate in another pack. Even though the house looked perfect, nobody was interested in buying the plot. I mean, why would a city person want to live in a village?

The house was a two-story building with an off-white colour on the outer walls. One side of the wall was covered by some climbing plants; small purplish flowers swaying as chilly wind whistled past them. The brown colored fence was freshly colored, and some paint drops splattered around the newly trimmed grass. The house was taken care of, and Caleb can see it clearly. It didn't look the same as the one he saw just a month ago. There were even new plants.

"Get out of the car....". Ares said, a growl etched to his sentence. Restriction woven through his words as he was controlling himself from launching at that house.

"Why??" Caleb enquires, even though he too wanted to do just that.

"I feel something.... like someone.... I just want to check...." the wolf ended his sentence with another growl, his glowing eyes narrowing on the old house, where he could get a whiff of something.... someone, with a scent so fresh, so sweet and so alluring. He scratched in his mind, deep reverberating growls echoing from his chest as he paced through Caleb's mind.

It was then that Caleb noticed it; the scent. It wasn't fresh, nor was it powerful. Maybe that's why he didn't pick up on it. Or after so many disappointments, his brain just shut down on itself that they ignored the signs....? But after noticing the scent, he can clearly identify the scent, something fresh...like forest or pines? He is not sure, as the scent was intertwined with the freshly bloomed scent of freesias and some other flowers, which the Forest family grew in their front yard. Ha, suits their family name.

"Is it mate?? Wait, don't tell me it's the kid.... she's ducking nine-year-old Ares.... that's sick". Caleb whisper yelled, his face scrunching up in disgust at the mere thought.

"What the.... No, it's not the kid....". Ares growled, feeling like his human counterpart was not taking the moment with the seriousness the situation held. A moment they were so eagerly waiting for. If he could, he would've decked him right now.

"Oh Goddess, is it mother??". He exclaims, his sun-kissed skin losing even more colour as his blood drained from his face at the mere thought of being mated to a woman, a woman with two kids, with one who is his brother's age. Is it why I couldn't find her all these years???

"Well, I don't know.... if it's the mother, then we can just kill her husband....". Ares huffs, his hackles raising at the mere thought of their mate living and loving someone who is not them.