In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

63. Why do you hate me?

9000+ words. Bullying. Forced Scenting. Part 1.

"HOWLLLLLLLLLL! HOWWLLLLL! H-HOOOWWWWLLLL!" Porchay's little voice cracked as he tried to deepen his howl. He puffed out his chest, chin raised high like he’d seen in those old Wolf Honor tapes Porsche kept on the shelf. And He definitely was not crying. His nose was just cold. His cheeks just naturally flushed when he was fired up. Because enough was enough. He wasn’t going to get bullied anymore.
Not by anyone. Not by those two mean Timber wolves that moved in next door.
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It all started months ago, when the old kind Arctic wolf lady who used to live in the neighboring house packed her bags and left to stay with some friends in the countryside.

She used to pet Porchay on the head, give him sweet biscuits, and hum soothing songs (which made him an Enthusiast toward singing his own song) when he came over with Porsche. But, Her scent lingered faintly on the porch steps soft, warm, and nostalgic but now it was replaced by a new smell.

Stronger. Sharper. Dominant.

The Timber wolves.

Porchay remembered the first time they arrived. It had been peaceful almost exciting. The family came bearing gifts of a fancy-looking basket of imported biscuits. Kinn, their leader, was polite, and Tankhun, his older brother, was fun to talk to. Porchay had nervously offered them tea, his hands trembling as he poured while Porsche smiled gently and praised his little wolf about how good mannered and polite he was.

"We also have three more in the family," Tankhun had said making a face "They aren't like this cute puppy both of them are down right troublemakers, Vegas is around your brother's age Just like Kinn. Kim and Macau are younger, probably your age. You’ll like them"

Porchay had smiled bright and hopeful. New friends! His wolf jumped inside. Maybe he wouldn’t be the only small Grey wolf in his class anymore.

Oh, If he only knew how wrong he was.

The playdate was arranged at the park by both families. Porsche had helped him groom his silky white fur and told him to make friends. Porchay even brought a small pack of handmade meat snacks made by Porsche to Theerapanyakul wolves as a friendly offering.

He had waited by the sandbox. Ears perked up. Tail wagging slowly. That’s when he saw them Kim and Macau.

Two tall, lean hybrids who already had the posture of high-ranking wolves. Their steps were confident, their fur shiny, and their gazes intimidating. He stood up with a bright smile.

"Is that him? Porchay" Macau snorted. "That’s the Grey pup?"

Kim tilted his head "Looks more like a squirrel"

Porchay blinked his hands clutched the treats maybe they were just teasing him? So he squeaked a little "I—I’m not a squirrel!"

Macau rolled his eyes. "Sure you’re not, dumb pup"

Porchay growled...a little one, more of a squeaky warning no one has ever said something like this in a mean tone. Yes, his brother called him pup but never dumb. "Don’t call me that"

Kim and Macau smirked at each other. And then Macau lunged with full force He tackled Porchay roughly into the sandbox, the rough grains scratching against his elbows. Porchay yelped. "Get off me!!!" he barked, trying to wiggle free.

"Macau" Kim said lazily from behind, his voice low. "Let him go before he pees himself. I told you from his scent, he is weak a wolf"

Porchay’s ears dropped in humiliation. Macau finally stepped back. Porchay scrambled up, clutching his tail in both hands like a security blanket. The treats were long forgotten on the ground. He didn’t cry. Not even when his eyes stung and his cheeks turned red. Porsche never taught him to cry in weakness. He was a Proud wolf.