Tomorrow Never Dies (Moonlight 3)

Chapter 23-Lost Boy

No one can understand what losing a pack is like until it happens.

The next morning is off putting. I wake up to my alarm and roll over half expecting it to have all been a bad dream. Yet as I go to check the bond, it's like grasping at thin air. There was no one tired and struggling to get out of bed for school that day or trying to get everyone in the house ready for school.

There's none of that today, only a blank emptiness as I realise, I can't sense any of them at all.

Part of me wonders for a moment whether I should even bother to go to school today. Though maybe it'll work as a distraction from all of this. With a bit of luck, I'll be the only one to turn up.

As I start to get ready it takes me a moment to find my school uniform through the small but messy assortment of bags sitting in the corner of the room. Right where I'd dumped them late last night.

I'd ended up in a place that I honestly never thought I'd come back to. My mum hadn't questioned me as I'd turned up on her doorstep pushing eleven thirty with the collection of bags in hand. I'd collected them from Ashton's place just before. I think Harry might have seen me sneak in and out the house, but he didn't call to me or ask questions. I didn't even know if Ashton had been back to the house yet. I just knew I couldn't stay there.

My room was exactly the way that I'd left it. I guess my mother hadn't done much with it. It was strange, like stepping into the life of a past version of myself. I was reminded of the past me who had moved cities every few months. The one who had no idea that werewolves existed or that his parents hunted them. My hand hovered over the picture frames that still lined the walls. There were so many friends and memories from my last town. It shocked me to see how much I'd changed since I'd moved here.

How they'd changed me.

I blink as I sniff the air a little noticing a slightly buttery scent coming from the kitchen. I knew that smell anywhere. Sure enough, I walk to the kitchen only to find my mother there with the frypan cooking pancakes. Problem is I also know that she only ever does this on special occasions or when my brother or I is upset. She doesn't question me as I take a seat at the counter, simply gliding the maple syrup and a plate stacked with a few pancakes towards me.

"Thanks." I tell her with a small grateful smile.

I begin to tuck in. Naturally they were delicious, but I couldn't help the fact that they left a slightly sour taste in my mouth as I thought of the many mornings after a full moon that the guys and I would eat pancakes together like this. I could feel my mother's eyes on me as she loaded up her own plate.

She was probably still wondering what I was even doing here. Why I had turned up so late on the night of a full moon. I sucked in a deep breath, she had the right to know why I was here. At least the basic version.

"In case you're wondering, the guys and I had a fight..." I told her keeping my eyes on the pancake that I was currently cutting.

She looked up from her pancakes and was stunned, "All of you? Wait, you're all going to work it out, aren't you?" She questioned before pausing. Noticing my expression, she added, "I mean aren't the four of you close?"

I let out a long sigh, "I honestly don't even know anymore." I told her as I shook my head.

I could already feel my eyes beginning to water again. Part of me hoped I'd have woken up and found this all to be a bad dream. I wish I could tell her we'd be fine and that it was only a little disagreement.

Yet the truth was I wasn't sure our pack would ever get back together. Not after what we'd said to one another. Not after what Ashton had done. I knew deep down I'd been awful as well, but what I'd said I'd meant too. I didn't like the way that Calum had handled Ashton and Scarlet's situation. I know I'm not the Alpha like Calum, but I still thought I had the right to voice my opinion when I needed to.