Witch's Pet (BoyxBoy)

Whispers of Darkness

**The chapter you are about to read includes crude language and sexual assault mentions, please advise and read at your own risk**

Tyler got to the front of his house before blinking and looking up. "
What the.." Tyler started as he looked around wondering how he got back to the pack house without remembering anything. Tyler groaned realizing that he must have been hexed. Tyler cursed himself as well as witches as he turned around to go find the man who called himself Tristian. Tyler could feel his anger. He was always used as a pawn in other peoples games and he refused to be a part of another game even if his heart somehow felt differently towards the seemingly handsome witch.
Tyler shook the last thought from his mind and replaced it with the original anger as he walked towards the lining of the woods before he heard the bushes rustle. His heart quicked as he looked towards the bushes and made out a tall masculine figure, it was Bruce Baxer. He wasn't the only figure that threw a large shadow onto the ground. Bruce was followed by: Dylan, Austin, and Seth Torris... the worst but strongest brothers that the pack had to offer.
"Where have you been mutt?" Bruce asked in a vile tone. "We were almost starting to miss you." he lied as he turned around the three brothers he called his friends who were now egging Bruce on.
Tyler swallowed hard, feeling the familiar sting of resentment wash over him. "I didn't realize I needed to check in with you, Bruce."
"Oh, but you do," Bruce replied, stepping closer, his muscular frame looming over Tyler. "You're still part of this pack, whether you want to be or not."
Dylan chuckled, positioning himself to block any retreat. "What's the matter, pup? Afraid of confronting your true self?"
Tyler narrowed his eyes, his body tensing with every taunt. "I know who I am. You feral beast wouldn't understand."
Seth took a step forward, smirking. "That's rich coming from you. Hiding in the woods like a lost little wolf. Your nickname could be 'the Ghost of Baxtrail.'"
Tyler's fists clenched, the urge to retaliate bubbling inside him. "At least I don't bow before the alpha like you fools."
Austin laughed, crossing his arms. "Is that what this is about? Your father?" He leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. "Is it that you're tired of living in his shadow, or are you just mad because you can't be the alpha?"
"Shut up!" Tyler shot back, taking a step forward, fury igniting in his golden eyes.
"Well, well, someone's feisty tonight," Bruce taunted, enjoying the reaction. "how about we put that fight to the test?" Bruce asked as he taunted Tyler.
Tyler's heartbeat thundered in his ears, adrenaline racing through him as he faced the four-pack bullies. His instincts screamed at him to run, to retreat back into the safety of the woods, but the anger bubbling inside wouldn't let him yield. "You really think you can take me on, Bruce? Because I'm more than just your 'mutt,'" Tyler growled, his voice low and fierce, daring Bruce to make a move.
The glint in Bruce's eyes shifted to something more predatory. "How about a little showdown? Just you and me. Show everyone here who really belongs in this pack." He motioned to the brothers who chuckled, their laughter a chorus of cruelty that sliced into Tyler's resolve. He could feel the stakes being laid bare beneath the flickering starlight, a challenge that called to the wolf instinct nestled deep within him.
Bruce smiled and the brothers surrounded them so that there was the rough shape of a ring. Tyler lunged at Bruce but Bruce was quick, slamming the smaller wolf to the ground.
Tyler's body hit the ground with a harsh thud, the breath pushed out of him. Stars erupted in his vision, and for a moment, he lay there dazed and vulnerable beneath Bruce's weight. The laughter of the brothers echoed around him, but within the chaos, Tyler felt a spark of defiance ignite in his gut. "You think this makes you stronger?" he hissed, struggling against Bruce's grip. "You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your pack."
Bruce's expression darkened, eyes flickering with irritation. "Coward? Is that what you call the one who puts you in your place? You talk big for someone who's all bark and no bite." He shoved Tyler's face into the dirt, pressing down with his weight.
"I'll show you who owns you mutt." Bruce started to undo his pants with one hand as he laid on top of Tyler keeping him down. The brothers looked at each other knowing this was wrong but refusing to disobey Bruce. "I'll show you what bad and weak wolves get," Bruce finished as he went to undo Tylers pants.
The air was thick with tension, the laughter of the brothers fading into an uneasy silence. Tyler's heart raced, a primal instinct surging within him that had nothing to do with fear. With a sudden burst of strength, he clawed his way out from beneath Bruce, desperate to break free from the humiliation that suffocated him. "You don't know anything about me," Tyler spat, his voice low yet filled with fierce defiance as he rose to his feet, a mix of anger and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
But before Tyler could make a definitive move, a sharp crack echoed through the clearing, drawing the attention of the pack. Emerging from the shadows, a figure stepped into the ring formed by the brothers. Tristian Lock, the male witch, pierced the scene with his probing gaze. His voluminous cloak swayed dramatically, giving him an air of authority that momentarily distracted even the fiercest of wolves. "What a spectacle," he remarked dryly, an amused glint in his emerald eyes. "Is this how your pack fosters strength? By bullying those who refuse to submit?"
Bruce's eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across his face, but he hesitated, uncertainty creeping in as he processed the witch's presence. The other brothers exchanged glances, unsure whom they should side with now, a witch being a strange intervention no one anticipated. Tristian stepped closer, the aura around him alive with latent power. "Fight me instead, Bruce," he challenged, the weight of the words pulling the air tight. "Show me how strong you truly are."
Tyler stared at Tristian, bewildered but desperate for an ally, a lifeline against the pack's cruelty. It was madness, yet Tyler felt something shift within him—an unfamiliar flutter of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to face this alone. As his eyes locked with Tristian's, Tyler sensed a bond forming, one that would either strengthen them both or plunge them deeper into the darkness looming just beyond the edges of the clearing.
Tristian's emerald eyes flickered between Tyler and Bruce, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or are you afraid of a little competition?" he taunted, stepping forward, his presence commanding the attention of the gathered wolves.
Bruce tilted his head, his arrogance mingling with uncertainty. "You think you can take me on? You're all talk, witch."
"I'm more than just talk," Tristian replied, his voice smooth yet edged with a challenge. "You clearly don't understand the kind of magic I'm capable of."
Tyler felt a surge of admiration for Tristian in that moment, though he also felt a knot of apprehension. "You can't just... come in here and—"
"Watch me," Tristian interrupted, his confidence unwavering. He faced Bruce, folding his arms. "Let's see if your strength is matched by your skill. Or will you crumble like the bully you are?"
Austin scoffed, moving to the side. "This is madness. You're going to regret this, Lock!"
"Yes, let's see how this unfolds," Bruce spat, his confidence re-emerging as he stepped closer to Tristian, his eyes narrowing. "Bring it on, you wannabe sorcerer."
Before Bruce could react, Tristian lifted his hands, murmuring incantations under his breath. A shimmering barrier encased him, forcing Bruce to stumble back, both surprise and anger flashing across his face.
The crackling energy enveloped Tristian, swirling like a vibrant storm around him, a visual representation of his determination. He felt the power coursing through his veins, a sensation that sparked both excitement and fear. "You think your jaw muscles are enough to handle real magic?" he taunted, his voice steady as he maintained eye contact with Bruce. Just beyond the barrier, the pack watched with bated breath, unable to ignore the palpable confrontation unfolding before them.
Bruce's expression morphed from anger to incredulity as he grappled with the strange sensation of vulnerability. "What the hell is this? Sorcery won't save you!" He lunged, baring his teeth, the feral gleam in his eyes revealing both panic and pride. Yet as he collided with the barrier, the force pushed him back effortlessly, knocking him off balance. The pack brothers murmurs filled the clearing, uncertainty now weaving through their ranks like an intoxicating fragrance.
"Watch closely, wolves," Tristian called out, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is real strength." He gestured sharply with his hands, and the air thickened with energy, pulling at their senses. Tendrils of magic lashed out, shimmering with potential and intent, swirling towards Bruce as if they were extensions of his will. "This isn't just a show—it's a lesson." While Tyler stood frozen, caught in the whirlpool of his emotions, he felt the weight of potential alliances forming. Tristian may have arrived as a savior, but it was clear he had his own ambitions, one that could ensnare Tyler in a web of magic and desire. Would he dare to embrace the chaos and forge a bond, or would he run back to the safety of his wounded pride? The moment hung heavy, teetering on the edge of destiny.
"Stop"." The words came surprisingly from Tylers own mouth. "This is stupid and is just gonna make things worse. He said, trying not to stumble over his own words.
Tristian's green gaze flickered toward Tyler, confusion mingling with surprise. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice low but intense. "You want to give in to them? After everything?"
Tyler's fists clenched, but he straightened up, shaking off the weight of uncertainty that cloaked him. "No, I don't want to give in! But I won't stand by and let this escalate into something we can't control."
Bruce scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smirk. "Look at Mr. Rebellious trying to play the hero. It's cute."
Dylan piped up, "Did your precious witch spin a spell to help you find your backbone?"
Tyler turned toward them, his heart racing. "This isn't about you, Bruce," he shot back. "This is about me taking control for once."
Tristian stepped closer, intrigued. "Then take control, Tyler. Don't let them demean you like this."
"I won't let them! But I won't let you make things worse either, Tristian." Tyler's voice was steadier now, filled with defiance. "If you honestly care about me, you should walk away."
Bruce laughed mockingly. "And go back to sulking in your daddy's shadow? No way!"
"Shut it, Bruce!" Tyler snapped, a growl creeping into his voice. "You think you can dictate my choices? Not anymore. With that Tristian sighed and nodded, "as you wish..pet " he finished as he vanished into thin air.
The brothers exchanged glances before looking at Bruce... "We should all go man.. leave him." Seth piped up. Bruce nodded before giving Tyler one last grueling stare before turning away. Tyler stood there for a minute waiting for them to leave before he let his tears fall to the ground.
'Pet' rang in his mind as his tears fell. The word made him feel small and weak but coming from Tristian, the way his voice said them, almost not asking but telling him. Tyler wiped his eyes as he bit his lip.
"Pet"