Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Sixteen

Frank's P.O.V:

Later that night we found out that Ray broke the news to the whole pack, Gerard and I literally got paparazzi-ed as soon as we stepped foot outside our room. Mostly were rude questions like 'did that bloodsucker get you into this?' or the occasional sneer 'that's what you get for fucking a blood binger, fag.' I felt right at home once again, just perfect.

Gerard, though, seemed really upset by the false accusations, so I just snapped and flipped them off. Then I made a show of French kissing him and led him away from the mob.

"They're just dicks, don't listen to them." I spoke in a pissed yet soft tone, he just shrugged.

"Meh, they're right anyway. I've got you into this." He said miserably. I laced our fingers together.

"No, Gerard, if it's anyone's fault it's mine. You were fine on your own nobody bothered you but when I came you became reckless and didn't cover your tracks like you used to because I was distracting you." I breathed out guiltily. He shook his head slowly.

"Yeah, the best distraction I'd ever ask for." He smiled and leaned in kissing me softly. I blushed at the comment.

"C'mon, let's find the guys." I smiled back up at him and led him out of the headquarters' building into the town.

The werewolves territory was like a small town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods and shielded from the mundanes' eyes by powerful magic, so basically  just like the Smurfs village.

We walked to Mikey's place where I was 95% sure the guys were. Because Mikey was the only one living alone, there were no older werewolf parents to deal with their wrath if they were to be too loud, which they always were.

"Gerard!" Mikey greeted his brother with a bone-crushing hug "Are you okay? Why haven't you told me that he was back? Did he hurt you?" questions poured out of him as he was checking his older brother for injuries.

"I haven't told you anything cause I didn't want to make you worry about me." He replied "And yes, I'm fine, you don't see me dead now do you?" Gerard added with a lighter tone.

"Not yet you're not! I will fucking kill you for hiding this from me!" Mikey was back to being the angry yet harmless unicorn he is.

"Hey, cut it off. Nobody's killing anybody tonight. Well unless it's that fucking bastard who's coming after them, then he's fucking dead for sure." Pete spoke seriously, he never speaks seriously.

"I really appreciate the spirit guys but YOU cut it off, nobody in this room is fighting anybody and that's final." I ordered, which I received a round of snorts in reply.

"Isn't he adorable?" Patrick awed addressing Gerard.

"Hey! I can beat all your asses all together while simultaneously doing the Macarena!" I objected hotly. Bob patted me on the head.

"Don't worry smol bean, we'll protect you." Is he for fucking real?

We've spent the rest of the night catching up but I didn't mention the whole practice thing with Ray and the warlocks duo tomorrow. After a long time of discussing 'war strategies' which consisted of Patrick practically trying to go 'big bad wolf' but ending up looking like a cute angry puppy, we eventually actually did end up having a good plan, risky, but with the right amount of luck we could pull it off. That being done, me and Gerard headed back for the headquarters building.

As soon as we entered the premises Ray greeted us with nervousness reeking out of him, that doesn't seem good.

"Um hello guys, what's up?" he asked politely.