Feral Lust (Feral Souls Series - I) (18+) [Currently Editing]

fourteen.

For the next few days, Elliot invested his time in getting acquainted with the members of the pack, partly on his father's orders and partly because he didn't want to be one of those broody lone wolf heirs he had seen and read about.

When he was not socializing, he spent his remaining time in training and sparring. He refused to go lax now that he was not in the Elder tribe as not only was he far from being perfect, but there was also the matter of that looming threat on a 'her'. It was his dedication to improving more than his efforts of small talk that made the pack-members approach him and share their experiences and knowledge with him.

Out of all the people, he liked Dominic the most as he was just the replica of Elliot. The former had retold Elliot about all the gory details of the battle that had raged a few months ago and how his father had died fighting for their clan. He was utterly gutted for all the lost lives but equal grateful for their sacrifice. Listening to Dominic's point of view had rekindled the fire inside Elliot's heart to kill Malcolm.

Despite all the new people surrounding him, he had yet to find the girl who had pushed his mother. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't bring himself to hate her. Talking about her was like a taboo to the clan. Apparently, this one was not the first time she had disrespected Greta.

Whenever he asked around about the girl, he received vague information about her and the only significant thing he knew up until now was regarding her parents Colina and the now paralyzed wolf, Blayne.

It was sad, really. Not only did they have a wolf who couldn't shift anymore but also a half-witch with a daughter of such a demeanour that now even speaking the girl's name was like calling upon 'Voldemort' from the 'Harry Potter Series'.

It forced him to wonder, at times, that whether this was the danger every apparition and vision had been talking about and that Elliot was supposed to protect his mother from 'you-know-who'.

However, no one was that concerned because the girl had the rebel streak, thus, disappearing was not a new thing about her and people were too absorbed in his return to bother about a teenager's tantrums.

Xavier had carried out a search for Blayne's sake but to no fruition. Elliot tried to keep himself as detached from the topic of this girl as he could but always found himself eavesdropping whenever anyone whispered about "The girl who pushed the Luna."

The weird curiosity inside him, though, was increasing over time. He was getting impatient and his wolf was of no help either. Karamat had been restless and on edge. He was always inclined to move towards the forest surrounding the packhouse but Greta's over-protectiveness kept him holed up within the pack's walls.

Elliot was always surrounded by one or two wolves who were bulky enough to protect him whenever needed and seemed like they could crush their enemies only by landing one paw on them. It was sweet of his mother to worry about him but it got overwhelming at times.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire, he thought to himself every time one man or the other came to show him around. It reminded him of the Elders and their escorts.

"Mom, this is getting out of hand now. You do know that I managed to defeat the best warriors the Elder tribe had, I can take care of myself. Besides, my wolf-" Greta raised a hand to pause him mid-talk.