BITE

The Night After

Arthit decides to head back to his room after the council meeting with the excuse that he still needs to unpack most of his things. The rest of his pack leaves him be, but he knows that the rest doesn’t buy his excuse.

    He wants a time out from all of this . . .

    Boxes of his things greet at him when he enters his room. Turning on the lights, Arthit sighs. They barely got out of that meeting without a scratch, and even he knows that. The pressure inside the warehouse was enough to suffocate any human, and Arthit has been keeping it cool ever since the meeting began.

    Knowing that he’s at the center of a possible foreboding collapse of the supernatural lies heavy on his shoulders.

    Arthit is just a normal guy . . . or used to be. He had simple goals – to graduate from university, then have a normal job enough to sustain his living.

    But now . . .

    The news about his blood starts to eat him inside. All these time he’s been going on with life like any other normal teenager not knowing what kind of future lies ahead of him, that his blood would be the downfall of all supernatural species.

    Arthit looks at his palms with a frown.

    What has his life come to?

    There’s a knock on his door that catches his attention. Arthit turns around, thinking twice before opening the door. He didn’t tell the pack to leave him alone anyway, and maybe some company wouldn’t be so bad.

    He’s expecting Kongpob to greet him at the door, but Dae waves at him casually.

    “Dae,” says Arthit, surprise coloring his face.

    “Expecting someone else?” Dae raises his brow.

    “Can I come in, P’?”

    Arthit nods, gesturing for Dae to come inside.

    He’s not sure about Dae; he doesn’t know what to make of the guy, and Dae hasn’t really been welcoming to him when Arthit first joined the pack. So, he’s a little bit surprised, wondering what his junior is doing inside his room.

    “Need help unpacking?” Dae turns to him and asks.

    “Yeah, sure,” he nods.

    They start with the boxes on the top in silence. For a moment, Arthit relaxes, keeping himself busy with unpacking his books.

    “Where’s Kongpob and the others?” Arthit asks out of curiosity. He knows he told the pack that he’d be in his room, but a visit wouldn’t be so bad.

    “Oh,” Dae dusts one of his comic books and says, “P’Kongpob is preoccupied right now.”

    “I see,”

    Silence follows after. Arthit chews on his lips because at some point the silence becomes awkward to him. He hasn’t had any conversation with Dae up until now, and Arthit doesn’t know where to begin.

    He hears Dae take a deep breath. For some reason the guy’s heart beat starts to rise.

    “P’Kongpob’s scared,” Dae says lowly.

    Arthit pauses on what he’s doing to pay attention.

    Kongpob is scared.

    Multiple things starts running in his head; Kongpob is scared of my blood. Kongpob is scared of what I can do.