Zayn made his way around the werewolves too, ignoring the blood on his face and the mud on his body. He told everyone not to panic but to be prepared to protect themselves if any threat came their way. Zayn said to them that angels were no longer on their side, and no matter what, Liam was on the winning team. He didn't tell them how the tear had grown to be so big, or how heaven's downfall was caused. The werewolves wanted solidarity, and Zayn was trying his best to provide it.
In the back of his mind, he worried about Liam, Louis, his pack, his parents. There seemed to be too much going on that everything turned into one blurred mess. The only thing he had to think about was the well-being of his family and the werewolves.
"Zayn." Ares' voice trailed behind him, stabbing him in the ear like an unwanted fly.
"Zayn." The voice got closer until a hand rested on his shoulder. "We'll keep the werewolves here, and get as many as we can to turn up. We'll need all the help we can get if the angels are coming"
Zayn stopped and turned towards Ares. Werewolves buzzed all around them from the excitement of being among Ares and Zayn, but they soaked up one another's adrenaline and fear, sending out ripples of anxiety and panic.
"Look" Ares said in a hushed tone, "I know you're angry at me, but we need each other right now. We're all in danger. I dont know if I could live if something happened to you or Louis and we weren't on good terms."
Zayn eyed some nosy werewolves who tried to listen to their conversation. "You should have told us this years ago. I need time to get over it. Just give me space."
Zayn shrugged his dad's hand away and moved through the crowd.
Ares lost sight of him almost immediately, like a raindrop landing in the ocean. He turned back and pushed his way towards their home to check on their supernatural guests.
Niall and Kylo were injured, and Kylo needed a lot of medical attention until the angel woke up. Ares wasn't sure what to offer them, but dry clothes and food could be a start and help to make everyone feel
better, especially the humans.
Harry was wiping the mud from the bottom of his walking stick when Louis returned to his side. "Hey"
Harry said, catching the sorrow in the werewolf's eyes before he tried to hide it.
Louis never hid anything from Harry; it was those around him that made him wear the mask. Their relationship has always been incredibly open and honest. If they couldn't share secrets with each other, their trust would be thinning, and when it came to werewolf bonds, faith was crucial.
"Hey." Louis pulled a stool over for Harry to sit down on, who had been leaning against the wall on one leg. "Are you okay?"
"As okay as I can be." Harry sat down, and Louis stood in between his legs, needing a moment with his mate. "I know you're thinking about the Malik's, but we can settle that after we save the world"
Louis chuckled and nuzzled himself against the human, wishing he could turn into a wolf and feel Harry's fingers scratch under his chin, just the way he liked it.
"I think heaven needs more attention than my family problems right now." He blocked out all of the noise and allowed Harry's scent to drench his own. The human always smelt of honeycomb. Louis couldn't get enough.
Harry wrapped his arms around the werewolf's lower back, despite being in their wet clothes from the rain.
"Can you carry me upstairs? We need to get changed."
"Of course," Louis whispered, hovering his lips millimetres away from his mate's, remembering how they felt. He freshened his memories by kissing him softly. In the middle of the kiss, Louis picked him up. Harry clung to him like a monkey, remembering to grab his walking stick.
