Wesley Gray
"Y-you all can do that?" I ask , glancing between them all quickly. They nod, staring at me. I don't know what they expect me to say, Jase is a wolf, in front of me. My mom is working.
"Y-you okay?" Zane asks me, and I just stare at him. I don't know what to say. "Can we go on?" Zane asks and I nod my head.
"I'm the Alpha of our Dark Wood pack" Troy says. "Jase is soon to be Beta, and if anything were to happen to one of us, Zane would move to Beta. Do you know what that means?" Troy asks nicely, like I'm a child.I shake my head and he goes on.
"I'm in charge of our whole pack, if i'm not around, Jase is in charge, he takes over." Troy says. Jase comes over, setting his furry head in my lap. I stiffen at first, before gently petting his head. His dark brown fur feels soft to touch. His eyes are golden with hints of bright green in them. I feel confused, I don't understand why it feels so comfortable to be around them. I don't like it.
"Next is about you being our mate, can you handle hearing more?" Zane asks and I nod my head. I don't know for sure if this is even real or if I'm sleeping. I need to talk to my mom but I might as well take in all the information I can.
"Mates are the person's other half, once you find them your life tends to revolve around them. Most of the time it's two werewolves, but sometimes there's human mates. When there's a human mate, they go through heat once meeting their mates. They'll go through heat until they get marked and mate. Mating is pretty much just sex, but sense where all your mate, you have to with all of us." Zane says and I stare down at my hand that's petting Jase's head.
His eyes are closed now, he looks pretty content. "We aren't sure why we are all mates, we have some theories. It's not very common but we have heard back from some packs in different states who've experienced this. It's mainly with siblings and one of the siblings is typically an Alpha" Troy tells me. I sigh and gently stand up, so Jase's head leaves my lap.
I don't want to hear anymore, not until I can talk to mom. "Nap" I whisper and nod my head towards the stairs. I just took a nap but my head hurts and I'm exhausted.
"Food will be here soon, why don't we hang out on the couch? We will be quiet." Zane says and I slowly nod, sitting back down. Jase shifts back into his human form, and gets dressed quickly. Zane gently tugs me down so my head is in his lap, and my legs are on Boys lap. Jase sits at the end of the couch, next to Zane. Zanes fingers are combing my hair while someone puts on a movie.
We lay there for a while, once the doorbell rings Jase gets it, paying for our food and bringing it to the living room. He disappears behind the couch after setting the food down. I slowly sit up and Troy stands. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart? I'll go get us drinks" He says and i want to tell him that sounds perfect. That i don't really want to move. That I want a diet coke so bad and I'm so hungry.
But my eyes water, and I can't get the words out. Jase comes in with plates and four cans of diet coke. "This is all we have i guess" he says, sitting it down. Troy looks defeated, like I'm killing him by not talking. I tug on his hand, and he looks back at me. I point to the diet coke and he nods.
"Okay, so you like diet coke?" He chuckles and I nod again. "Do you like it from the can, or do you like it with ice in a cup?" I nod eagerly when he says the last part. Iced diet coke is so much better. He seems to understand, a small smile tugs at his lips and he nods before heading off to the kitchen.
"He's re-really trying," Jase says. I noticed he had a slight stutter. It made me feel better. When I get nervous I stutter. Mom says it's normal. Zane makes me feel normal.
I nod my head and take the plate that Jase handed me. There's rice, chicken and broccoli on it. It looks so good. I sit cris across and start eating. Soon after Troy comes with my diet coke, he doesn't get me a straw and my bottom lip pouts out.
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Chance On Me
WerewolfI've had a hard life. Growing up with an abusive dad, struggling with social cues and adapting with life. Mom says this move is needed, that it'll help heal me. But I don't know if I want to be healed. Meeting the Beam brothers has been a lot. A lot...