The two tailed Wolf

Chapter 25 Rufus's POV

"RUFUS where the hell is your brother?!"

 I look up at my mother setting the dining table and shrug my shoulders; "what am I? My brother's keeper? No".

 She looks up at me with a stern look then she stands up straight placing a hand on her hip, her face softens more into a concerned look; "When did you two become so distance?"

 I chuckle at her; "Well I don't know he got the Nightshade pack and I got the run-down Savage pa-"

 I duck from the incoming knife falling towards me. I look at the knife wedged into the wall behind me which would have hit dead center between my eyes, then I look back at me mother with her arms crossed; "Don't you talk about my litter like that you hear me".

Her voice is sharp and her eyes I swear I burning through me, I let out a sigh and place the knife on the table; "sorry" 

She walks over to me and lays her hand on my check; "You know your daddy didn't love you no different he just thought you would make a better alpha in a smaller pack" 

I pull away from her; "So Aurlk is running the pack just well right?" 

"Well...At least his not kicked out wolves out his pack for talking back to him" 

She gives me a grim look and I roll my eyes; "I'm ALPHA they should respect me!" 

She passes me walking into the kitchen I follow behind her defending my case; "Well you have to give respect to gain it...Aurlk didn't tell two fourths of his pack to be on the clock to watch his mate...they volunteered to do that because she is also held at a standing like him..." 

I groan leaning against the door fame; "Ok and your point is?" 

She rolls her eyes handing me the newly fresh apple pie she made; "Forget Rufus your listening but you're not hearing me"

 I growl under my breath and head back into the dining room sitting the pie down.... I look over the dining table and how it's set up. It's set up the same as right before dad comes home...A big open space in the middle of the table where usually his newly fresh buck would sit....

- Flashback-

"Rufus hurry up boy and bring me that cleaver!" 

I grab the small cleaver from the kitchen drawer and rush over to my father holding the buck on the kitchen counter; 

"Stop running before you stab yourself with it" 

I slow down and hand it over to him, He begins slicing off the buck fur and wedging the knife in between the spot of the buck's antlers and head; 

"Dad why don't we just by a buck?" 

He looks down at me with an annoyed look; "Boy how many times are you going to ask me! The pure human hunter's meat is not fresh!" He says in his loud booming voice; I sit down on the stool next to him pulling the antlers out and sitting them on the ground; 

"But why?" He groans and looks at me;

 "Because werewolves only eat the meat we catch...and how the alpha male cares for his family" 

"but-" 

"BOY! Go pester your mother with questions and stop bugging me!" He yells.

I sit in silence for a minute watching him flick off the buck's hooves with ease, I soon get bored and head into the living room where my mother was feeding my little brother in my one hand and the other folding laundry.

 She looks over at me with a smile; "Hi sweetie" 

"Mom dad don't me to stop pesting him" She lets out a laugh; "Your dad has had a long day, he doesn't want to come home to so many questions...Now bring me that basket and help me put this clothes in it"