Behind Golden Eyes [boyxboy] (On Hold Temporarily)

Chapter 3

Ryder 's POV

I managed to get home as quickly as I could while carrying Jay in my arms. When I found him, his wounds were slowly healing but I knew he still needed medical help. Once I made it home, the front door flew open revealing my sister Sam. Her face was filled with worry as she eyed the boy I was holding. I pushed past her, trying to get inside. She closed the door behind me before running off to go fetch Chris. Chris was one of our packs doctors that moved here with us. He saw Jay and stepped forward. My protective nature took over causing me to growl and hold Jay tighter. Chris slowly inched closer, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. I glanced down at the unconscious teen in my arms forcing my inner wolf to calm. Nodding at Chris to proceed, he pressed forward and carefully took Jay away from me.

I paced frantically back and forth. The anxiety in waiting to hear Jay's condition was becoming bothersome. Sam placed a loving hand on my shoulder, trying her best to comfort me, but comforting people wasn't her strong suit and I was too on edge to receive comfort anyhow. I ended up glaring daggers, wanting her to remove her hand. She quickly backed away, cowering under my gaze. My ears then picked up heavy footsteps approaching. I tensed as Chris came up the stairs and into the living room. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my normal composure. If I was ever going to take over as alpha, I needed to calm down, especially in a tense situation like this.

"How is he?" I asked as normally as I could. Chris could tell I was worried but he simply smiled.

"He's fine now. He's currently resting, and, within a few hours, he'll be as good as new."

I exhaled the breath that I just realized I was holding. After I thanked him, he left to go sit with my sister who was talking on the phone with someone. Watching them, a small smile formed at my lips before I headed downstairs to check on Jay. He was sound asleep with the most peaceful expression I have ever seen. I leaned against the doorway and watched. I know it sounds creepy but if you could see the way that he looked right then, you would have done the same. Soon after arriving, I heard him groan, signaling he was awake, or rather waking up. I tried to open my mouth to say something but I couldn't seem to find the words, or any words to explain this now awkward situation.

Jay's POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, on a cold, empty bed. Wait did I? No! I mean I was drunk but not that drunk. If not that where was I? I slowly sat up trying to sort my thoughts when my nose was greeted by a wonderful scent. It was the same scent from...the alley! Everything that happened, the thugs, the beatings, turning into a wolf, everything started to flash through my head. Then it dawned on me... I killed them. I ripped out their throats. Still hearing their terrified screams, I bit my lip, almost drawing blood. I remember I wasn't in control. The urge to kill overpowered every sense of thought, and what made it worse was that the feeling was present even before I shifted. God, I turned into a wolf, a Wolf! I didn't want to believe it but it was true. I suddenly felt a hand press on my shoulder. I flinched, glancing up at Ryder. His worried expression softened into caring smile. Thankful for the comfort, I was able to relax a bit but not enough. I was confused, terrified in fact. I mean I didn't even know who I was, or what I was. I was again lost in my thoughts when someone suddenly pulled into an awkward embrace. It took me by surprise especially his scent, which was something I couldn't describe. It was the same one from the alley, the same one that saved my life, and the same one that, for whatever reason, made something inside me excited. So it was him, I can't say that I'm completely disappointed, although, it's strange feeling this way toward him. Not that there is any feelings, yeah definitely no feelings. Anyway, on normal circumstances I would have pushed him off me by now. I needed to get away from him, from everybody. Questions pounded in my head. One in particular still shook me: What if I hurt someone again, this time someone innocent? Needing time alone, I shoved him off me and got out of the bed. I could have sworn I saw a hurt look on his face, but I thought nothing of it. I gave him an apologetic glance before rushing up the steps. I ignored Ryder's desperate calls and rushed out the front door. I needed to be alone, hell I needed answers. But I could settle with just a place to think (answers would come later, with or without Ryder's willingness), so I took off running to the only place I knew would help me sort through this chaos that surrounded me, the forest.