The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 25

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Jacota made a spark, and the bonfire lit up in an instant, roaring with crackling orange flames, heating the shivering werewolves who stood around it.

"Perfect. I'll put the outside heaters on, and when it's warm enough, Hunter can sit outside too," Anthony said, disappearing around the side of the house.

Scott rubbed his hands together, watching the flames like they were hypnotising him.

"Very therapeutic, don't you think?" he asked. Jacota nodded and Scott turned to him, studying his face. "I talked to Will earlier. He's not coming tonight."

"Is he gonna be okay?" Jacota asked quietly.

"Of course." Scott put an arm of reassurance around him. "There's a lot on his chest that he's not talking about, and sometimes people lose themselves, and it's normal, especially in this situation. Life for William isn't average, and living with werewolves, demons, and angels is hard for him to keep a secret because he is the only human in the house. He feels secluded, and we haven't noticed him distancing himself."

"He's very far from being alone, though. I wish he could see that."

"Me too." Scott rubbed his arm, "and he will. He just needs a little help."

Jacota nodded, watching Hunter through the window, who sat on a stool in the kitchen. After his nap, Hunter felt a lot better, and he was definitely on the mend.

"Try and enjoy tonight. I know Will is worrying us, but I'm sure he'll come around if we have an intervention or something," Scott smiled, moving across the garden to greet his pack.

"Your temperature has gone down," Sam said to Hunter as Jacota slipped off his boots and returned to his mate's side.

"I know, I don't feel so feverish anymore," Hunter said, grabbing Jacota's waist and pulling him close. "Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to breathe through my nose again."

Jacota smiled, hugging him back with a distant stare.

"You okay?" Hunter thought.

"Yeah, just thinking about Will."

"He's not coming to the bonfire, is he?"

"No. He's probably at-" Jacota stopped when two people entered the kitchen, stumbling and laughing.

"Surprise," William said with an arm around Beth's shoulders, grinning like he was up to no good. Beth took a large swig from the bottle in her hand, then tried to place it on the counter but missed. It smashed all over the floor, covering it cheap red wine.

Margo came rushing in, hoping it wasn't her windows again and almost stood on the glass before Sam stopped her.

"What happened?" she asked, eyeing Beth who laughed, rolling her head back and resting it on William.

Sam looked away, tensing his jaw as always.

"We're drunk, duh," Beth giggled, pulling at William's head to kiss him when she noticed how uncomfortable Sam looked.