It is an Honor

Chapter 4

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck... Fuck? No no, I can't think about that right now. I'm not just some horny alpha... (He kinda is)

Griffin ran out to the center of the hospital, where there was a large outdoor garden. He needed the fresh air once he saw the face Quinn made when Griffin accidentally let out his scent, by instinct he let out some comfort pheromones but Quinn must be a bit sensitive to those smells. Griffin had trouble fighting his urges when he saw Quinn all scent-drunk. It was making the wolf inside of Griffin howl happily, wanting to pull his mate closer to cuddle up with him, completely forgetting that he must have gone through trauma. 

Griffin groans, wanting to be able to comfort Quinn and simply cuddle up with him... Maybe exchange some kisses to make him all better... But that wasn't the case and this was a major test of Griffin's self-control. He makes his way to a bench, taking a seat as his leg bounces up and down. He is growing impatient... He was a little cold in just his t-shirt and jeans since he gave his hoodie to Quinn. Griffin lets out a low grunt in frustration, needing to keep his cool around Quinn but all he wants to do is to show the little werewolf love and warmth. Not the slow burn bullshit...

More importantly... what happened to Quinn? Why did Quinn have so many broken bones? Why is he so skittish and frail? Why is his back littered with scars and the brand... Just what exactly happened to him?

There is no way the brand mark on his back was a mistake unless Quinn was a crazy kid but no one would do that to their son as a punishment... Right? Did the brand mark mean something, then why burn it onto someone's flesh? Griffin's mind was a bit overwhelmed, he wanted to know more and more about Quinn but he wasn't comfortable enough.

Griffin shakes his head, nothing is making sense. How could someone do such inhuman things to another... Who is Quinn? Griffin starts to shift on the bench and he leans back, staring up at the now-setting sun, casting an orange glow as its rays slowly set beyond the hospital. Griffin's phone vibrates to life when he becomes lost from watching the sun. Glancing down at his phone a name brightens the screen. His sister, Jun, was calling him. Griffin lets out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck and contemplating if he should even answer. Griffin wasn't really in the mood to talk with his sister, he just found his mate and everything was swirling around his head at the moment wanting to find out more about his mate, comfort him, love him... Maybe fuck him if they were in the mood... But he couldn't do any of that!

Griffin did end up answering his sister's call, "Jun? What's up with the random call?"

Griffin could practically sense his sister's excitement from the other end and he knew what she was going to ask about. "What do you mean why? Grayson just told me that you think you found your mate?! But I heard that he's a bit... scared of everyone, everything, every time..?"

Griffin sighs and rubs his temple, "Look, Jun... I don't want to talk about this right now, I've been thinking about him a lot plus we are still trying to figure out why there are so many rogues around our pack..."

"Oh yeah! Of course, just let me know if you need someone to lend an ear too... You are my baby brother after all! Um... About the rogue stuff, would it be best to keep you out of it so you can stay with your mate, or do you need something to distract yourself while he recovers?"

Griffin goes quiet for a moment, not knowing the answer himself but eventually, he answers. "I'll just call off for tomorrow but I'll come back the day after... I need something to release energy into"

"Okay! I'll get you something hard for then you come back... um... Good luck I guess? I hope everything works out between you and your mate"

"Yeah... thanks... bye"