The Moon Child

~Protection from the Enemy?~

Dyran's POV

I've never actually purposely used my abilities before. I never really had a reason to try to learn how to use them. Well, I've had plenty of reasons to learn how to use my powers, I just didn't want to be any weirder than everyone thinks I already am. But right now feeling cornered and feeling anxiety about my mate rejecting me, I decided to not hold back anymore. For most of my life, I have taken my brothers shit and done nothing about it. I believed that my brother, the brother who made me laugh when I was sad, was still in there somewhere. I couldn't see the truth, but now that I actually know I have a mate to look forward to meeting, I'm realizing how clouded my eyes were. The person standing in front of me isn't my brother and he hasn't been my brother for a long time now. I was trying to believe what my thoughts were saying but I couldn't completely let go of the brother I remember.

"I get it now Snow. I'm ready to fight back," Not really. Even if Snow didn't say anything I could feel power start to run through both of us. It was his way of showing me that he was going to be there no matter what.

I looked up from the floor straight into my brother's eyes ready for a fight, but I froze. As Laden stared down at me, I could see his emotions clear as day on his face and in his eyes. Emotions that I haven't seen him show in years. His face and eyes always reflected such a hatred towards me, that I never saw him show another emotion towards me except that one. Seeing him show emotion isn't what made me freeze up. It was the emotions I could see that made me freeze in hesitation. I could also smell some of Laden's emotions and I hated it. The smell coming from him was filled with such a strong sense of self-hatred that even the wolves around us could smell it. Laden's eyes were filled with hate, anger, sadness, regret, and one emotion that I thought he was incapable of ever showing. It was love.

My heart started to beat erratically; I started to break out in sweat from the way Laden was looking at me. Why is he looking at me like that? It was almost like he was trying to convey his feelings to me with just his eyes and it was working. After all this time of only seeing hate and disgust shining in his eyes, why now? Why after all the times I screamed and begged for him to stop, to just go back to being my brother, does he decide now, right at the time I decided to fight back, to show regret. I couldn't process this at all. Right now nothing made sense and even Snow was fucking confused.

Someone around us started to talk. Hearing a voice brought me out of my hypnotized state long enough for me to realize we still had an audience and it had gotten really quiet around us. "L, what are you doing?" One of the pack members who is watching what is going on asked. I think his name was Jacob, Jake, Jade, or something like that. He was giving my brother a confused look; the look pretty much said: "Why isn't your brother crying out in pain on the floor yet." Laden didn't even make any indication that he even heard that guy talking, he just kept all his focus on me.

To be honest it is a little concerning how unaware my brother is of his surrounding. I could see the emotional war that was going on in his head and I also understood that he needed to sort his shit out. Apparently, not everyone understood this and decided to take advantage of my brother's lack of response to anything around him.

The kid named Jacob, at least I'm pretty sure that's his name, started walking up towards me and my brother in a drunk wobble kind of walk. All of the signs pointed to being extremely wasted and therefore completely unreasonable to talk to. He reached my brother's side and just stood there looking at me with heated and hazy drunk eyes. He turned to get a look at my brother, "Laden, it looks like you're not going to do anything to the little faggot, so you won't mind me relieving a little stress on him right." If anything, he really isn't asking my brother more like demanding it; just phrasing it so it sounds like a question.