The Mute Wolf

Chapter 4

Little Wolfs POV

I followed Logan back through the trees and back onto the path a few miles away from our home. I couldn't have been any more gutted right now. We didn't speak for a while, just walked in silence. I hung my head down in disappointment and counted all the little puffballs on the ground to distract myself.          "I know you probably hate me right now, but I'm just trying to look out for you." Logan said breaking the silence. I just sighed and carried on staring at the mud and grass beneath my feet. He's only looking out for himself. He knows he will get it in the neck if he doesn't make sure I'm doing whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing. He's just trying to make things easier for him.
"You know you can't see her again. It's far too risky. If he finds out, he will only punish you. I don't want that for you, believe it or not." Logan carried on. Was he trying to make me believe he was my friend?                                        "You have to promise me this won't happen again. Sneaking out and fornicating with that female. Do you have any idea how much trouble I would be in if you sneak off on my watch and he finds out?" His voice getting more stern. "And I'm his best friend."  He added. Frustrated, I grabbed my notepad from my pocket and wrote the words 'And I'm his son!' and almost shoved it in his face.
"Exactly. And look what he does to you.." he trailed off. I sighed again and placed my notepad back inside my pocket.
"I don't think you're a bad kid, Max. I want you to be happy. It doesn't please me to see him hit you and beat you. But he isn't going anywhere anytime soon. So you better start doing as you're told. Here, take off your clothes. He will smell her on you." Logan reached for my jacket and pointed to a small stream nearby where I could wash off the scent of blue eyes whose real name I still did not know.
He took my clothes and I shifted into my wolf to cover my scent with the water. Logan hid my clothes in a small burrow and we continued our long trek back through the trees. I guess he really was trying to help me.

Luckily my father had been busy and hadn't noticed I had escaped. With the scent of blue eyes gone, he wouldn't have been able to smell her on me when he burst into my bedroom early the next morning. I was safe from his wrath on that front at least.
He ordered me up earlier than usual but didn't say why. He threw some clothes at me from my wardrobe and told me to hurry up and meet him outside. I did the next best thing to a shower which was a quick once over with baby wipes as I had desperately needed earlier this morning and put on the red checkered shirt and black jeans he had given me with white boxers and a pair a superman socks.
I searched in front of our house for where I was supposed to be meeting my father when I suddenly got tackled from behind and a pair of small arms wrapped around my waist squeezing tight.
"Maxy, I missed you so so much!" A familiar squeaky voice sounded into my back. Not her.
Joy was Logan's cousins daughter who mostly lived in the Velvet Moon pack in Bournemouth, about a 2 hour drive away. She frequently visited us to spend time here, sometimes staying for days or even weeks at a time. At 13, she stood only at 5.1 and had short thick black hair that she liked to ram into pigtails. Her silver eyes bore into my brown ones as I turned to look at her. She's had a crush on me since forever. Apart from blue eyes, she was probably the only other person in the world that actually really liked me. And I couldn't stand her!
'What do you want, nosey?' I wrote on my pad and showed her. She frowned and pouted at the same time.
"Well...The males who have turned 18 since last year are going into the mating ceremony and I wanna come watch them get ready!" She said eagerly jumping on the spot a little. I had forgotten that was held every year at the end of January. Would blue eyes be attending this year? A lump formed in my throat but I was snapped out of my thoughts when my father came over.
"I see your girlfriend has found you already?" My father chuckled folding his arms over his wide chest. He knew I hated him calling her that and it only enticed Joy more. She squeezed onto my arm and beamed with glee as she looked up at me with a huge grin on her face. Ugh.
"The mating ceremony will be in 3 days. There is a small handful of young males who will be attending this year and they will need help getting ready. That means you boy. Move!" He barked and pointed in the direction he wanted me to go. Joy latched onto my arm like a leech following me to where a small group of teens were standing around, some chatting, some sparring and some working out.