Torian Grae

Chapter Thirteen: Denial

Torian walked over to the door and there his father Steve stood with a worried face.

"Jonah." Was all that Steve could breathe out before he began to run towards his son, embracing Jonah tightly.

"It's not really true that she's dead right?" Jonah sobbed into Steve's shoulder, "this is all a bad dream."

Jonah looked over at Torian for a moment to see the anguish in his blue eyes, as if he were almost in deep pain.

He turned his attention again towards his father, "I wish it weren't true." Steve choked.

"I can get this whole stupid werewolf world thing, but I can't get over her being dead." Jonah said, sniffling.

"What are you talking about?" Steve pulled away to look at his son.

"We should go to the living room to sit down and talk about this." Torian said, sharing a look with Jonah.

"Okay, let's go." Jonah said, following Torian to the living room.

As the all sat down, Steve then looked over at Torian, "What was that my son said? Werewolf world? Are you giving him drugs? Have you taken advantage of my son?" He sputtered.

"Yes, no and no to answer your questions." Torian said, scooching a little closer to Jonah on the couch they shared. He could feel his body burn where Torian touched without meaning to.

"You see, you're son is my mate. And I'm a werewolf. Pretty simple to understand so far, yeah?" Torian said.

"Mate, as in like a romantic relationship?" Steve asked, scratching his head.

"You better believe it." Torian grinned, rubbing Jonah's knee. Jonah felt his while face burn a crimson red.

Steve's eyes narrowed, "I don't care who it is, boy or girl, get your filthy paws off my son."

Torian put his hands up, "Look, I wouldn't do anything to hurt your son. I couldn't do that."

He said the last part so quietly Jonah had to lean towards him to hear what he said.

"Well how do you expect me to believe that you're a so called werewolf? Because I don't." Steve said sharply.

Torian raised his left hand so Steve could see his hand clearly. Jonah saw his mate's hand morph in a large clawed paw.

"What the hell? Are you doing some sort of black magic bullshit?" Steve spat.

"I wouldn't lie to you sir, I'm a werewolf." Torian said calmly, moving his paw in and out of the sunlight.

"I can't handle this, this is all too much for me." Steve stood up, walking towards the door.

"Dad wait!" Jonah cried, reaching for his father.

Steve took one last look at him giving Jonah a small smile and almost a look of regret, he then shook his head and left, never looking back.

"What is happening to me?" Jonah whispered, pulling on his hair.

"What?" Torian asked.

"Why am I losing everything I love?" He breathed, standing up to face the window. As he did, he saw his father pull out of the driveway in his car, leaving.

Leaving the responsibilities of being a father, leaving those memories he shared with Rachel, leaving Jonah.

"Ever since I got involved with you, I've lost everything. My parents, my best friend, my home." Jonah snarled.

He could feel himself struggling to breathe with all the emotions that now overwhelmed him.

"You Torian Grae, have ruined my life." Jonah said angrily, finding himself struggling to stand.

"Jonah, please!"

He ran towards the door, staggering as he stepped off the porch.

"I won't accept my mother being dead, I won't accept my father leaving me, I won't accept losing my friend, and I won't accept you in my life." He bellowed.

He began to run, knowing exactly where he was heading. He ran down the road that led off into the forest, sprinting.

Tears ran down his face, the thought of his mother truly being dead let his true feelings creep into his heart.

On the dirt path, he fell to both knees and screamed, feeling his throat practically go numb.

"I don't know about you, but that screaming would be pretty much a beacon for some bad guy to snatch you up." An unfamiliar male voice said behind him.

"Oh wait, I guess the bad guy did find you." The voice said again, with a low chuckle.

"What-" Jonah croaked, before being kicked in the stomach.

He grunted in pain, feeling the wind being knocked out of him.

He tried to cry out, but having no breath or unsore throat made him unable to.

"You're that bastard's mate right? Good, cause if so, we'll give Torian Grae a whole lot of fun."