Zeus [Book One] - Rewriting

Twenty-Eight

Zeus 
| twenty-eight | 

It took a couple of days for Ares to finally get back on his feet. Despite Athena's protests, he was keen to get back to fighting; something that Helios disapproved of. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, pushing his thick gasses further up his nose as he stared at Ares who towered above him. 

Ares grinned, "Don't worry, Sol. I'm fine as a thistle." Helios' eyes widened as Ares moved from his hospital bed and threw the gown to the floor. Ares chuckled as the red haired wolf turned away from him, his cheeks burning as he listened to Ares pull on his own clothes. "You can turn around now," Ares laughed. 

Helios sighed, "You need to be careful. Don't put too much-" 

He was cut off as Ares flung a arm over his shoulder, leading the healer wolf towards the door, "Yes, yes, I know. No pressure on my foot. Don't worry, I'm fine." He removed his arm to stand opposite Helios. "If I manage to rip my leg again, I know where to come," He winked, walking out the door with Helios following closely behind. 

"That's not something you should joke about," Helios protested, squeaking as his body suddenly slammed into Ares', the fighter wolf having came to an abrupt halt. Helios groaned as he moved from Ares. The taller wolf turned to face Helios, who stared back at him, a look of horror on his face. Helios reached up to pull his broken glasses from his face, his eyes watering. "My glasses..." 

Ares rolled his eyes, "Sol, it's fine. You can get a new pair." The heated glare coming from the healer wolf had Ares holding his hands up in mock defence. "Calm down, my god," Ares teased. 

"Why can't you ever take anything seriously?!" Helios shouted, barging past Ares and marching towards his office, his broken glasses crumbled up into his hands. Ares looked towards the clenched fists of the healer wolf. 

"Look, just calm down... They're only glasses..." He said, moving towards the door. Helios glared at him before slamming his office door shut behind him. Ares opened the door of the hospital, his hand wrapped tightly around the handle. "I think you should try contact lenses anyway!" He shouted, before turning and running from the hospital, Helios' angry voice bellowing from the building; 

"ARES!!"

~ 

"Urgh, make it stop." 

Pan watched as Apollo reached out to throw the alarm clock against the wall, before sitting up and stretching, his thin limbs reaching out, a soft groan escaping his lips. Green eyes shamefully raking over his mate's naked body, Pan felt his cheeks burn as Apollo turned to face him, a smirk on his face.

"Morning," He greeted, running a hand through light hair as he watched Pan sit up. "You okay?" Pan nodded, leaning against the pillows as he watched Apollo nod back at him before standing up and stretching once more. Pan bit his lip, his eyes remaining on Apollo as the younger wolf walked over to the window. 

"We have to train today, Alpha's orders," Pan reminded Apollo who groaned. "We have to. In order to protect our Luna." 

Apollo turned to face him, leaning against the high window-sill. "That's not my problem," He said while rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. "The fact that you still call my cousin 'Alpha'... It's weird." Apollo rolled his eyes as he looked towards the bedside table. "Pass me a ciggie?" He asked his mate, who crinkled his nose up in disgust, but did as he asked. 

Apollo watched as Pan opened the drawer, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and throwing them towards Apollo who caught them with ease. Pan looked at the box, grimace on his face as he watched as Apollo opened the box and lifted a cigarette to his lips, before reaching inside and grabbing the lighter. Lighting his cigarette, he placed the lighter back inside the packet before throwing it back towards Pan who quickly shoved them back inside the drawer. "Why do you like smoking?" Pan asked, "It's gross."