Midfield Academy: Book 3

Chapter 13: A Little Different (5 years 4 months)

Raven ran up the hill with backpack half open and papers flying out. He leaped into his father's arms. "It was so fun! I love it."

"That's good to hear." Darius hugged the child tightly. He had spent the whole day, lonely and really missing his Ravy, and even Daven. The room was too quiet without them there.

Storm followed with Daven and Jagger. She picked up the papers Raven had dropped. "Sweety, you need to zip your backpack up." She put them inside and did it for the boy.

"Can we change?" groaned Daven. "I hate human clothes."

"Sound familiar?" Storm looped arms with her mate. "In your room, I don't want to have a trail of clothes all the way down the hall again. Got it?"

Daven and Jagger raced off.

"Are you taking them tomorrow?" asked Darius as they walked back to their cave.

"No, one of the other parents is."

"Maybe next time it's our turn, I can take them."

She smiled. "Oh, you're doing bus duty."

"It's not duty. It's dropping them off and picking them up at the bus stop."

"You'll scare the other children."

"I'm not that scary."

"I want daddy to take me," said Raven. "It'd be fun. You can see my classroom and my teacher. She's really nice."

Darius gave a knowing nod to his mate. "See, Raven wants me to."

"Hmm..." She pursed her lips. "Maybe, I'll have to think about it. The other parents might not appreciate the alpha traumatizing their children."

"I'm not that scary!"

Raven nodded. "He's not. Daddy is really nice."

Storm chuckled. "Yeah, I guess he is."

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(6 years 3 months)

Something tugged on the comforter. Titus rolled over, rubbing his eyes and saw his son standing there.

"Saigon," he smiled. "What's wrong, pup?"

"Daddy won't wake up," he muttered, pouting at his feet.

Titus swallowed hard and pulled the covers over the fresh new scar on his mate's shoulder. "Daddy's just super tired. He had a long day."

Saigon sighed. "When will he wake up?"

"Not until tomorrow. Why don't you tell me what's wrong." He picked the boy up and placed him on his lap.

"Archer can shift." He folded his arms. "It's not fair. Daddy said I'm still too little, but I want to shift too."

Titus chuckled. "Archer is almost five."

"But I'm this many!" He held up four fingers. "I can do it. I can do it too."

The black werewolf clutched his son's hand. "Give it a couple months, and I'll start teaching you how to do it."

"I want to learn now," he whined, falling over. "I want to be five not four."

Titus patted his back. "One day."

Saigon peered up at his father. "I want to be as big as you. I'm going to be tough and a doom-nit."

"Dominant," Titus clarified.

"Yeah." He smiled at his dad. "I'm going to be able to pack daddy around like you do. That's how strong I'm going to be."