Dark Prince

Chapter 3

Gideon's POV

After I scared Robbie off with the 'I cheated on you' thing,I sat in the janitors closet and...nothing. I just sat. Why couldn't I have told him the truth? That my dad was threatening to kick him out of the pack? Why did I have to make him hate me?

Deep down,I knew why. Robbie would try to fight my father. And he'd loose,if he's lucky. If he lost it would only mean one thing:he leaves. And,everyone in the pack knows that Robbie has literally nowhere else to go. But they also know better than to disagree with my father.

Robbie was turned by Daniel,a loose  werewolf that had been banished from the pack years before I was born. Robbie's parents were murdered a little over than a year ago,but miraculously,he survived. And now he's one of us. A part of our pack. A lart of our family. I want to keep it that way.

If my dad makes him leave,he might not survive out there on his known.

I'm not going to sell it to you. Being a werewolf has it's perks,but it also has downsides. If you don't have your pack,your done.  I don't ever want to do that to Robbie. 

I heard the bell ring for first period,so I left the janitors closet and walked to my locker. I opened it up and saw a folded note sitting in top of my pile of notebooks.

Robbie it says on the front. I opened up the front and read the message my lover left for me. Don't forget to lock your door. I won't be around to remind you.

So,this is his way of breaking up with me? That was a dick move,but he has a right to be that way,I guess. He thinks I cheated on him.

I crumpled the note,but kept it in my pocket. I've never been one to throw anything away. I grabbed my sketchbook and walked to class.

Art class is probably my favourite class,next to Advanced Poetry. I didn't have to try hard to pass. I love drawing,I've loved it all my life. Even though the work I turned in usually had nothing to do with the assignment given,the teacher always gave me an A.

I took my usual seat in the back. A few minutes later,I saw my bench mate Asher write something.

U OK? He slid the note onto my table. Broke up w/Robbie. I wrote back. Asher and I had a very odd friendship. I wouldn't call him my best friend but he's damn close.

I talk to him about everything. Literally. He knows that I'm a werewolf and that I'm gay. We're eachothers  vent-to. I don't expect him to have my back or support me and he doesn't expect anything either. He listens. I listen. And that's it.

Wanna talk about it? He asked. Ofc. I slammed my sketchbook shut.

Asher raised his hand and told the teacher I was sick. She dismissed us with a wave of her hand as Asher picked up both of our notebooks and we left the class. We sat in the hall,on the floor near the bathrooms. "So what happened?"

So I told him everything that happened: My dad's reaction to Robbie,Robbie's reaction to my lie and everything crowding every spare inch of my mind. I finished off my monologue with how I feel so out of control about it all and how I just wanted to leave.

He nodded and said,"Actually,I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to Google lycanthropes and I found something I think you might like." He told me. "It's called the Alpha Complex. The son of an alpha always goes through it. So that means your dad went through it and your dad's dad and so on."

I looked up at him,confused. "What is it?" I sighed and said,"I don't remember the specifics but it's basically this desperate need to be in control. The wolf element inside you claws at you to take over. Like most things,it intensifies on the full moon." He told me and I remembered how I felt last night.

"As for the part where you wanna run,it's only human. Sometimes,I get the feeling too. Wanting to run and never look back. But of course,you need to stay." He was deep. No wonder he aces AP.

"When was it?" I asked him. He looked at me with a blank expression. "You said you get that feeling sometimes." I elaborated. He smiled softly and said,"Well,I used to get it when I felt overwhelmed by...anything really. Pain,nostalgia,confusion...but now I'm getting that feeling more often. You know?"

He looked at me. "I totally get how you feel." I told him,honestly. "I just wanna disappear. Leave all this behind and start over. You know,last night I almost didn't go back." He smiled.

"Then,why did you?" There it was. The million dollar question. Why didn't I give in to the urge to run away?

"I don't know. Honestly,I have no clue. Maybe because of Robbie. Or you. Or Casper or Cedric or..." I trailed off. "It's okay not to have answers." He told me.

I instinctively laid my head on his shoulder. And he didn't push me away. We just sat there,in silence and for the first time in weeks,I felt peaceful. He was where I would runaway to. My hideaway.