Raised By Wolves ✔

Twelve

"First off, fuck you," Fabian grumbled as he dusted himself off. "That wasn't funny at all. Second, where the actual hell are we?"

"You tripped over your own feet and nearly landed face first in a pile of animal crap." I laughed, wiping the tears from my face. "That's comedy gold. And you were born with a heightened sense of smell. Maybe you should use it and find out."

"That's not even close to how it works." Fabian started. "I can smell things like other werewolves sweat, three-day-old blood and my dead grandma's peanut butter cookies. Not wherever the heckity heck your brother lives."

I stopped walking and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Heckity heck?"

"I'm sorry. Am I not allowed to have the same cuss word vocab as a five-year-old? Or is that privilege only limited to you?" He taunted, a shit-eating grin splayed out on his face.

"I may cuss like a five-year-old but I've never said heckity heck." I turned away from him and adjusted the strap of my bag as I continued walking.

"Out loud," Fabian muttered under his breath.

I chose to ignore him and kept up my pace. I wanted to get to Michael as quickly as possible. Which was obviously going to take a while since he lived on the other side of the freaking country?

"So, we're going to New York?" Fabian asked after a few minutes of silent walking.

He'd never been a fan of prolonged silence.

"More specifically Brooklyn," I responded. "But yeah."

Fabian hummed in thought. "How did you even end up in California?"

"I'm not too sure. But I'm just gonna take a wild guess and say that my biological parents wanted me as far away from my brothers as possible."

"Sounds plausible."

We walked in silence for nearly twenty minutes until Fabian placed his arm across my chest, his metaphorical ears perked up and alert.

"Wha-"

"Shut up."

His eyes flashed yellow and his lips parted slightly, his fangs extended. His claws slowly moved their way out, replacing his fingernails.

"What is it?" I hissed. "C'mon, clue the human in."

"It's a car."

I raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"It sounds like a Porsche." He clarified.

"So?" I sighed heavily.

A low rumble sounded in the distance. It grew louder by the second as if whoever was driving had somewhere they desperately needed to be. It sounded similar to one of the pack cars but I couldn't be sure. I turned back to Fabian and grabbed his hand, forcing him to keep walking.

"We're walking along the side of the road, Fabes," I cooed, trying to soothe his nerves. "There's going to be the occasional car."

"It's not just a car!" Fabian exclaimed. "It's the scent! It smells li-"

Fabian didn't get the chance to finish. His hand was ripped from my grasp, followed by a frightened yelp from Fabian. I spun around as Fabian was pinned to the ground, his throat bared in submission as a huge grey wolf snarled at him, one of its massive paws pressing down on his chest.

"Sage Daniel Hart!" I yelled. "Get off of him!"

I quickly rushed forward and tried to push the hulking wolf away but the wall of muscle didn't even budge. Sage stopped snarling and glanced at me from the corner of his eye.