Feral Lust (Feral Souls Series - I) (18+) [Currently Editing]

two.

They say trust is like paper, that once it is crumpled, it cannot be perfected again.

Xavier could feel the weight of his son's trust on him, could feel it crumbling by the minute but he could not do anything. He had known that Elliot would probably hate him after the revelation, yet, knowing something and going through it are two entirely different things, so bearing that heaviness on him and seeing his son's hurt etched face wasn't easy.

"Does this mean that I too am a..." Elliot trailed off, not knowing what to call the creature he was seeing in front of him.

The big black wolf slowly stepped forward making Elliot step back, further away from him.

"What about mom? Does she know that you are this...beast?" Hearing Elliot call him a beast, Xavier's heart shattered. His wolf whimpered.

All this while, he had been holding back the truth from him only to protect him but Elliot could only see the betrayal, the fear, and nothing past that.

He feared his father.

Not able to talk to him in his lycan form, Xavier decided it was time to change back and for him to answer his son.

After the shift, Xavier felt the air thicken between him and his son. He took a few deliberate moments of hesitation before clearing his throat. He had to advance carefully, as though he were walking on eggshells, to not cause his son any more pain.

"Elliot, we hid this from you because we wanted to protect you from the dangers of our past. Please, son, you have to understand our situation as well." Xavier explained, his voice underlying a pleading tone.

Elliot wasn't having any of it. He yelled back, paying no heed to his father's desperate need to have his son understand his reasons, "no dad, I don't understand why you would want to hide such a big thing from me. What if I had become like you in front of my friends or my teachers; I might have even harmed someone. You wanted to protect me from your past, but who would've protected me from myself and my present, then?"

He wasn't ready to accept the fact that his family was not normal, that he was a monster and this mindset of his was making Xavier lose his patience.

"We are the children of the moon, not monsters like they show in those stupid movies. I know you don't want to, but you will have to come to terms with our," he paused, "and your reality. There's no other way." Xavier marched off, leaving Elliot alone.

While Elliot was trying to accept his lycan side, Celeste was gaining back her consciousness.

Gasping, she opened her mouth to howl as an agonizing pain shot through her body but no sound came out of her mouth. She felt someone –another werewolf's hands release her as she slowly sank to the ground blindly rubbing the right side of her temple where she could feel a bump from a wound. Crying tears of pain, she felt the sticky and dirty ground touch her thighs as her head lolled to the side.

Celeste could hear the werewolves conversing about her father's pack but apart from that, she couldn't make out anything else. All she could focus on was the throbbing pain and the burning sensation spreading throughout her body.

What is happening to me?

Her wolf was howling in fury, in the back of her mind. She wanted to shift, but something was stopping her from doing so, slowly distancing her from her wolf. Soon after, she took a deep shuddering breath, trying to control the pain. She gritted the teeth as the wound burned. She must have hit something because she could now clearly sense the metallic smell coming from her wound.

Caught up in her thoughts, she drew all of her energy together, then focusing on the blurred movement that had been going on in front of her; she let her anger flood into her mind. It dominated all other coherent thoughts as her fury suffused her with heat.