Weremayhem: Prey of Tiger

Ch 6: Feelings of Fear

  In the morning, Zoot wakes up to the sun shining down on his face. The dark blue haired male sat up and let out a yawn. He looked around the living room. The saxophonist noticed he was the only person up right now. His dark blue curly hair fell on his shoulders.

The sun shows some tangles and rat nests in his hair. "Great" groan Zoot. Suddenly a sound of footsteps on the stairs caught his attention. He looked over and saw it was Teeth. The ginger haired male was wearing his royal purple robe. His hair softly drags on the ground. The doc's beard was messy.

"Zoot?" asked Dr. Teeth with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at the saxophonist.

"What are you doing up this early?" the ginger haired male asked as he walked over to the couch.

"I couldn't sleep last night so I came down here to sleep on the couch" replied Zoot. He looked at the band leader. The good doctor sat down next to him.

"Oh" replied Teeth as he looked over at the dark blue haired male. Some blush appears on Zoot's cheeks as he looks at the doc. The saxophonist can't lie, he secretly has a crush on the band leader. How couldn't he?

Dr. Teeth have a good personality and make the dark blue haired male happy. He wanted to tell the good doctor how he felt but a fear kept him back. It wasn't that Teeth would just friend zone him.

It was ... .that Teeth was a predator species of wereanimal. A feline. A big cat with stripes like a tiger....like Zale.

He remembers when he first met the doc and the band. The night he found out the ginger haired male was a type of feline. Zoot remembers being uncomfort for a while in their wereforms. The saxophonist has gotten used to it and is comfortable but the event of his father's death, it still holds him back.

It still makes him have that fear of felines. Mostly ones with spots.

"Zoot?" asked Teeth.

"Yes?" replied the dark blue haired male as he shook his head a bit.

"You okay?" replied the ginger haired male.

"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Zoot as he looked at the ground. There was a bit of silence between the two males.

"You did a number to the bathroom" said the good doctor.

"Oh. Sorry" replied the saxophonist.

"It's fine" replied the ginger haired male.

Later that day, Zoot was laying on the couch when Zac walked over. The little brother looked down at his big brother. "Hey brother" said the dark red haired male with a smile on his face.

"What do you want?" replied the dark blue haired male with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing much! I just want to see what you are doing?" replied Zac with a soft chuckle.

"I'm just taking a nap" replied Zoot as he rolled over on the couch.

"Alright, see you later" replied the little brother before leaving.

His smile turned to a frown. He knows what happened last night in the bathroom. He heard it through the door. Well, he actually somehow saw some of it. Zac sometimes can enter into the minds of people he is close to. The dark red haired male let out a sigh.

Their father's death happened when he was a baby. The little brother doesn't remember it or have been told of it. His sister, Zora, just told him that it is an event that should not be talked about. Especially around Zoot and their mother.

He remembers when growing up, a member of their father's mafia would always be over to keep the family safe or just be a father figure to the kids. He was a kind man. His name was Muhsin and he was a werebloodhound. Muhsin was the best father figure for them. He also helps their mother, especially with her fear of men due to Zale.