Silver Eyes

7- My Fathers Mantle

The bedroom above^^^pretend the ocean view is actually forest and mountains. Enjoy!!
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Samson

I cannot believe this!

I stare at the crumpled piece of paper in front of me, the contents of it the reason I'm so ticked off. Kane and Maka defied me. They disobeyed my orders and left the pack without my permission.

And that boy had the nerve to disrespect me by leaving me a note! Choosing to leave his opinion on paper like a coward instead of saying it to my face like a man. Leaving it in an abandoned pack vehicle at a local gas station not too far from the pack territory.

The owner said, after much convincing, that he last saw the duo drive off in another vehicle around seven in the morning yesterday. No specifics on the truck, no tags, no names...

But there was a third person with them...a woman, who appeared very attached to Kane.

His mate...which he lied about.

The metal paper weight in my hand crumples loudly into a shapeless clump, and I throw it across the office and into the wall, it getting stuck in the hole it leaves.

He lied to me, he disobeyed me, and most importantly...he made a fool of me. No one makes a fool of me without suffering the consequences.

Since his last known whereabouts were at 7 am yesterday, he could be anywhere by now. So tracking him down will be next to impossible. But one things for certain, when I do get my hands on that brat, he will get what's coming to him. And there is nowhere he can run that will be far enough.

Kane:    (The next day)

The sound of chirping birds wakes me from my pleasant dream, and I groggily open my eyes. For a split second, I forgot what happened yesterday day night...but only for a split second. Then the nights events come flooding back to me, leaving me with both answers and questions.

Groaning, I stretch out on my stomach, my hands sliding the satin sheets of the king sized bed...and I find them empty of my mate. The sheets are cool to the touch, and her scent is in the room, but it's not strong enough for her to be present.

I prop myself up on my forearms and look at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand...it's 7: 43 am...where did my little mate wander off to?

I roll to edge of the bed and sit up, stretching out my muscles before standing up. To be honest, I'm not sore or stiff in the slightest, so I suppose it's more instinct than anything else considering this is probably the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in...and the first I've shared with my mate.

Padding over to my duffle bag sitting on the chair, I pull out a pair of my sweatpants and put them on over my boxers, opting not to wear a shirt. After spending some alone time with Sapphira, we all had dinner and discussed a few things...like the pack size and creation, the family history, and why the pack doesn't have an official name.

The pack land was first claimed by my grandparents after they moved from Italy after the pack in Italy was disbanded for political reasons, and the rest of the wolves decided to join other packs. My grandparents had discussed it for some time before ultimately deciding to start a new pack,  to house the abundant rouges and runaways that were cast out for no reason other than bigotry and prejudice. A place where the homeless wolves could have a home, and a pack to call their own.

My father was 14 when he moved to the United States with my grandparents, and he was 18 when the pack land was finally developed and the pack house was finished. It was initially decided that once he found his mate he would lead the pack, and name it himself. And was shortly before he turned 16 that he found Maka's father Milo, and made him his future Beta.