Each and every class Mikael had was a blur, he was engulfed in both pain and rage.
How could he do this to me? Didn't he say he loved me?
He had opened up to him, opened up to the person who said he wouldn't hurt him. He had promised he wouldn't rat him out. Was it all a trap from the beginning? The funny part is; that bear was a gift from him. A gift. And it was a trap all along.
He came back to the dorm and Charlie was sat on his bed, unaware of everything. Rage built up in Mikael and his fists clenched up tightly, "Charlie how could you?" He'd said bitterly through clenched teeth. Charlie felt his heart drop, "how could i what dear?"
"Dont yiu dare 'dear' me. That bear. You set up a mic, you betrayed me Charlie. You-" he was inturupted by a punch to the jaw. From Charlie.
Charlie was scared, it was very visible, "don't. Im sor-" he was dragged to the floor by the ankle, "Mikael please, i can explain you just-" "I don't want your explanation. I want you gone." Mikael had snarled at him, but had swung a punch at him.
Charlie had enough, "he would have killed me. Mikael i didn't want to die! " he dodged a punch and landed one to Mikael's face, blood staining his knuckles, "M you need to understand i didn't want to do it please, please just calm down!" He cried, but nothing got through. He kept hitting Mikael until he managed to get to the door, "M. If you care about me, do not look for me. I don't want to see you...ever." Obviously, Charlie hoped that M would ignore his warning and at least try to find him. But he knew. He knew that with how Mikael was now, that hope was lost, and his mate would hate him.
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Three days had passed and Charlie was nowhere to be found. In Charlie's absence, Noiz had taken to explaining why he wasn't surprised that Charlie had betrayed them. He spoke of how werewolves had never liked the masters of magic, how each and every one of them are meant to be detroyed. Wiped from existance. All of this had fueled a longing for knowledge in Mikael, and he went to a small bookstore in town. A small place named 'Songless Siren' where, ironically, a short, rose haired Siren had worked.
"Welcome..what can i do you for?" The small siren had asked sweetly, his face round and freckled, eyes a red velvet color. He stood up from the chair he sat in and followed Mikael as he shopped.
"Where can i find books on wizards? Dark magic history." Mikael had asked quickly, which surprised the siren.
"Theyre in a small section over there, but im not sure why you'd want them, wizards have been extinct for years.." his small voice asked curiously, "is this for a school thing? "
"Uh..yeah, a school thing" M had lied, he'd hated lying, especially to someone who didn't deserve it. There were many needles around the store, he figured he'll ask about that. "What's with all the needles on the walls?"
"Oh, I collect those, as well as books. They say swords are just like needles only if one goes into your back, it'll do the opposite of relaxing you!" He laughed, the sound sweet and innocent. He spoke to Mikael about what he knew about wizards, which was a lot. They exchanged names. "Emett Angler, thats my name. " he'd stated, "you know, if you ever need to hide somewhere from wolves. Come back here, okay?" The sentence seemed strange before he finished it, "because i have a reputation of never having wizards in here." He smirked, eyes bright, "you might want to wear longer sleeves next time, okay?"
"Right..thank you.." Mikael had smiled down at his newfound friend, he knew by now to be so much more withdrawn with people who know who he is.
Emett had lent him quite a few books on the magic of witchcraft and black magic, something Mikael could learn from, instead of making him read gorey novels written by wolves who boasted about how brutally they killed a man who knew magic. It was cruel. Just like how they wanted them all to die.
