Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Returning Home

Erion fidgeted in his seat as the guards approached the car. Since the eclipse, security at Whitebeard Pack had doubled. There was a new high tech gate with armed guards and a manned guard tower barring entry to the pack. One of the guards took a deep whiff then peered into the back of the car. His face softened and he waved to the young wolf.

Erion waved back to his father's youngest brother who was the head of security. He smiled as he lowered the window. His uncle leaned in and gave him a tight hug.

He pulled away and looked young Erion over. "It's good to see you, kid."

It hurt Erion's heart how much his uncle looked like his father. "Thanks, uncle."

"Are you staying long?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I came to talk to Ylli and Wynter about my rank test and a few other things." He giggled as his uncle ruffled his hair and pinched his cheek.

"Don't stay gone too long. I know things are a little weird but we miss you.  Analana won't stop harassing us about you."

Erion smiled.  His cousin could be a force to be reckoned with despite her age.  He blamed her parentage.  "I miss you all too, uncle Lan.  I'll talk to Analana when I get to the packhouse."

They were waved on and continued through the pack to the pack house. He was excited to see the repairs were almost complete. It almost looked as though nothing had happened. The homes had been spared since they were located toward the northern end of the pack.  Most of the fighting had taken place near the center of the pack where the packhouse and some businesses were.  

He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs and took a deep breath as Napalm parked the car in the parking lot outside the packhouse. His emotions were everywhere.

He was bombarded with memories of the attack.  The pack house is where his father had his heart torn out. He'd cursed his mother and told his mate he hated him.  It was the last time he saw his mate before running to hide at Dark Moon Central.  At the same time, this had been the same place that held a lifetime of pleasant memories from his first steps to his mating with Sloan.

It was here he'd met the older alpha at a peace meeting for their two neighboring packs. He had come without his father's permission asking for peace after more than a hundred years of strained relations. Erion had been ten at the time and felt a great deal of respect for the young alpha of twenty. Two weeks later, said alpha was back with his cousin, Leif, asking to join. They'd both been cast out because they found their mates in this very pack. Leif was mated to Erion's fourth older brother and the pack's beta, Ylli. He found out a year later that Sloan was his own mate even though he couldn't feel the pull.

He walked nervously up the stairs and into the completely remodeled pack house. The first floor past the reception area was like a giant dining hall. It was long and wide. There were long tables lined vertically around the room with enough room to pass. A long table was placed horizontally at the back wall which was were the alpha and distinguished guests sat. On the far right wall was a banquet area where food was served. It was decorated in rustic farmhouse fashion. Mason jar pendant lights hung from the ceiling with pictures of pack members, their families, and guests all over the walls. 

 He turned down the hall and approached the fiver administrative offices. One had been turned into a nursery some time back for the people working in the pack house to have their pups close. One was for finances and record keeping. The other was for defense meetings. Next to it was the beta's office. The last was the alpha's office Sloan shared with Erion's oldest brother Wynter.

He raised his hand to knock but the door was pulled open before his knuckles could make contact with the wood. Before he could say anything, he had an arm full of chunky baby girl. Ylli hurried passed him as the baby began to wail. Erion looked around in confusion. What the heck happened? Why was she crying? Why did Ylli just leave?