Forgetting The Painful Effort

Chapter 20

Darrick's POV

"What's going on here?" Wren asks.

Lewis and Quincy were starting at each other for over a minute now, and I have no idea what to do with them, so I guess that I should be grateful that Wren is here.

At first, I thought that Lewis will hit Quincy or something, but he seems to have a lot of self control.

"Quincy hit me, and Lewis got angry." I explain.

Wren walks past me, and I quickly make Lewis step back, to allow Quincy to walk a few feet away.

I expected him to come here to hit me again, but it seems that he decided to wait for Wren to shout a him instead.

"Did you hit him?" Wren asks Lewis, and he points at Quincy.

"No." Lewis say.

Wren looks at Quincy to see if he has something else to say about that, and when Quincy doesn't say anything, Wren nods.

"Go upstairs, and make sure that Darrick is fine." Wren says, so Lewis nods, before he takes my hand, and he leads me towards the stairs.

"What were you thinking?" Wren asks Quincy right after we leave the living room, and this time his voice definitely isn't calm.

"I can explain." Quincy says, although he doesn't sound very sure of that.

"I don't care about your explanation, but I'm sure that Devonte will want to hear it before he will punish you." Wren says, and then he walks out of the living room.

Lewis and I continue to walk upstairs, until we reach the bedroom that we're staying in.

I'm pretty sure that this bedroom belonged to Logan before he moved out, and I most likely would have shared it with him if I lived here as a kid.

I still think that the cave was better, but I can't say that I don't like that it's warm here.

It was a bit hard for me to survive in the cave in winter, because Omegas can't produce as much heat as other werewolves.

But thankfully, some of the pack members let me cuddle to them at night, and there were enough rogues walking around out clearing to heat the air.

So, that's most likely why I didn't die from the coldness.

Lewis closes the door behind us, and then he lifts my shirt to see if I have a bruise.

I don't really care that Quincy hit me, because I definitely had worse injuries when I was with the rogues.

"It didn't even hurt that much." I say, and he rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure that you will have a bruise on your back soon." Lewis says.

I just shrug, and I lay on the bed, before I gesture for him to do the same.

"I'm not mating with you while your whole family is downstairs." He tells me, before I can even do anything.

I groan, but I decide to not complain about it.

I know that it won't change his mind, because I tried to do it a few times already, so there no point in trying.