𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

07:Killer

                                                             Killer?

The night was silent and peaceful- well, not for Caleb, though. His sleep was practically nonexistent at this point since the moment he smelt that specific petrichor scent with an underlying pine tone. 

He tossed and turned, his mind a jumbled mess as he thought about everything- well, everything about a certain white-haired boy or Elrid, as Zander said.

Elrid Forest, he mouthed, testing how the name rolled around his tongue.

It was beautiful and unique. It suited the white hair and those ebony eyes of his.

Caleb turned on his stomach, pushing his face into his pillow; it smelled of him, sweet orange and dark chocolate. 

A wolf was a territorial creature. And his room was his territory. His den. And any unwanted scents were unwelcome to him and his wolf. So, it was not a surprise that his room smelled solely of him. It always consoled him to smell something entirely his and Ares. 

But now, as he lay there, face buried deep into his pillow as his own scent filled his nose, he couldn't help but wish that there was that scent with him- that smell of earth during first rain in a pine forest, the smell of green forest. Fresh and sweet. Ares whined inside him, wanting his mate's scent on everything and anything surrounding him.

He grumbled, cursing at his wolf for whining about that boy to him for every passing minute. He knows it's not his wolf's fault; he was wired that way- to blindly fall in love with their destined one the moment they see them. No matter who they are, what they are. 

Mate was everything for them, even if they were werewolves, vampires or witches or even that stupidly sexually driven incubus; mate was one's purpose. To protect them, fall in love with them, cherish them, and have pups with them. So, he can't blame his wolf for his yearning. 

And it wasn't like he wasn't waiting for them. Goddess, he was a twenty-two-year-old and still hadn't had his first kiss yet. 

As a kid, he always thought-he still thinks so-that his body, mind and soul belonged to her, his mate. And that's the problem;  he always thought it was a her. A person with boobs and v's, not a d.

Caleb doesn't know what to do. Growing up, watching his mother and father, the Alpha and Luna, the Gamma couple, everyone in his pack was that: a woman and a man. So, he thought that was love, between a man and a woman. So, he wished to have a woman like his mother: beautiful and kind, but fierce yet gentle. He wanted that. The first time he saw a homosexual couple, his face was scrunched so much that he couldn't keep the frown away from his face for the entire day. As soon as he reached home, he rushed to find Fionna; he complained about how two girls kissed each other, saying that they were mates and they love each other. He was furious about how the Moon Goddess could make such mistakes.

Fionna was stunned when a twelve-year-old Caleb came to her and complained about how Moon Goddess had made a mistake by creating two women as mates. She didn't know what went wrong or where it went wrong. She taught him better, she taught him about respect, kindness, equality and manners. And Caleb did just that, he always helped others in need and talked with everyone as if they were friends, he was kind and humble. Always talking and laughing. Always making friends with everyone without looking at anyone's status or class. He treated everyone equally. And Fionna can't even recollect a single day when Caleb threw a tantrum about his toys or things when he was a child, like normal kids at his age did, because he was that well-behaved. Always calm and collected.