Thrown to the Wolves

Chapter 8

Quentin's POV

I stared at my brother in shock, watching as he helped Felan sit down at the table across from Markus. Kyran tilted his head. "Aren't you going to welcome me?"

"Why... Why would I do that?" You sold me off to this pack without a second thought so you could have your mate! Don't you know how I felt leaving my life behind so you could have yours?

Kyran sighed. "Well, I deserve that."

I clenched my fists, glancing over at Felan, who was sitting rigidly, biting his lip. Sighing, I sat down next to him, causing him to flinch. "It's not your fault." I put my head on my hand, looking over at Markus. "Two idiots fell in love. You and I were the victims."

Felan smiled, relieved. "I... Thank you, Quentin." 

Kyran came over to his mate, placing his hands on Felan's shoulders. "We came here because Felan wanted to see how you were doing."

Markus smiled at Felan, and Sean brought him a drink from the kitchen. "We've been..." Markus glanced at me nervously. 

"-Learning to get along." I finished, avoiding Markus's gaze. Markus chuckled and began to talk with Felan about how he'd been living with Kyran. I moved over into the kitchen to let them talk. 

Kyran tapped my shoulder. "So is this the part where I ask if you still hate me or say your hair looks nice?"

I rolled my eyes. "I can kind of see why you did it." I looked over at Felan, who timidly shook his head to a question Markus asked him. 

Kyran was silent, watching Felan as well, but there was a loving look in his eyes. I looked at him nervously. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

I swallowed. "L-... I... He's a Werewolf. You used to hate Werewolves."

Kyran shrugged. "I hate Vampires too. What's your point?" I was silent, and Kyran took a breath. "It's not like you to be afraid of something. You were always the braver twin."

"But, I-"

"You shouldn't be afraid to love someone just because they're different," Kyran said. "Or because you don't want to hurt them. Trust me on that one."

I looked at Markus, who had a happy look on his face. He always regretted what his brother did to Felan. He wanted so badly to make it up to him, and show that the pack wasn't as bad now. Markus loves this pack. He'd die for it. His eyes lit up and he had a huge grin on his face as he talked. I loved seeing him smile. I love him. I turned back to Kyran, who raised his brow. "Hmm?"

I swallowed, pulling him farther into the kitchen. "What... What about... Food?"

Kyran sighed. "It is hard - to feed from someone you know, someone you love. But, as long as you're careful, the blood of a mate is the most delicious blood you'll ever eat."

Kyran had this blissful look on his face, but I could also see the tension in his expression. As long as you're careful, he'd said. Had something happened? For my brother to lose his self control... I glanced at Markus. How good does the blood of a mate really taste? 

A/N: Really sorry for the lack of promised updates, guys. Been going through stuff in life. But I will try to get updates out more often. Thanks for reading! P.S. Really really sorry about the broken update promises...