Loving A Quiet Werewolf (BoyxBoy) - Book 3

Chapter 14: Home At Last

"You're not kidding, are you?" I whispered to my father.

"No, I'm not. Another pack found the location of the hunters. They saved dozens of victimized wolves. He's on his way back to camp now."

I lunged myself at my father and he chuckled. Dad cleared his throat. "There's some things we need to discuss."

We sat down on my bed and my father looked up at me. "Jack was the worst out of all of them. None of the guys who were held there will tell anyone what happened, so we don't know what he's been through. Jack is extremely sensitive and needs special care."

"So we give him special care, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that he doesn't trust anyone. He probably won't even let you touch him, Matthew."

My eyes widened and I leaned against my headboard, looking at the ground. "How's his health though?"

"They shot him in the leg, but it's almost completely healed. Then there's whip marks on his back, which are almost completely healed aswell."

"What else?"

"Once they tried to make him do a physical exam, he freaked out and called for you."

"Well, that's good, right? He called for me, so-"

"But his psychological health has changed greatly, Matthew. He can't stand the human touch anymore. It's going to take a lot to make him feel better."

I nodded. "I just want to see him."

Father nodded. "He's about ten minutes away."

We went out to the front of the house, which is where they were supposed to be arriving. Once I saw a black car pull up, I stood from the porch. I saw a man get out and open the door.

Once my eyes landed on my mate, my eyes started to burn. He had a little limp as he walked up the sidewalk with the man next to him.

I took in his appearance. Dirt caked into his skin. There were many tiny cuts that covered his whole body. He was in dark jeans and a white t-shirt.

There was a bandage wrapped around his calf, which is probably from him being shot.

His hair was a mess. It seemed darker than it was, which is probably from him not getting any son or water in it.

It was tangled and looked dead. His skin was extremely pale and it looked like the sun was hurting his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists, which meant he was scared.

He looked so much skinnier than before. His shirt was extremely baggy on him. His pants seemed to be super loose on him. I saw that his arms had a little bit more muscle than before, which is probably from him fighting back.

His wrists had dark, dark indentations, which is probably from him being tied to something with rope. His arms had bruises on them, which looked like IV marks. I see it all the time in the hospital.

If he had an IV, were they trying to heal him? No because then they wouldn't keep hurting him. If he's so skinny, then maybe he didn't get any food.

The IV's must've been giving him vital nutrients. Why didn't they feed him? Why spend money on IV's, but not on food? It doesn't make any sense.

His fingers had dirt underneath his fingernails. He also had scratches on his lower arms, which came from fingernails. Was he scratching himself?

He finally looked up and once he saw me, he started to quicken his step.

"Jack." I whispered as I met him halfway. He wrapped his arms around me, which seemed to shock everyone that stood around us.

I wrapped my arms around him, not squeezing him too hard to scare him. He seemed like he was sobbing into my shoulder, so I put my hand on his head, stroking his hair. I must've put too much pressure on him because he pushed me away, tears running down his face.