Hidden eyes

Chapter 12 (deer)

Chapter 12

Kit bit his lip and tilted his head as he looked at his book cover.

His phone rang and his eyes flashed over to look at it.

It was Chance.

He cautiously answered the call.

"Yes?" he squeaked out and flushed at his voice.

"Hey mate I just wanted to check up on you to see how you were doing."

"Ah...uhm i'm fine?"

".....Also everyone in my pack couldn't believe you were actually real so I decided to call you."

Kit dropped his stylus and he felt panic rip through his chest.

"Ah!! Do not worry you are not on speaker...it's just you and me right now.." Chance breathed out.

Kit bit his lip and pulled his legs up to his chest after retrieving his stylus.

"And then how were you planning to prove I was real then?" It was slightly funny to Kit how the roles were reversed in terms of whether either of them were imaginary or not.

"Well.... I hadn't thought that far...."

"I thought they already heard my voice though?"

"Nope you were not loud enough." Chance sighed.

Kit shrugged and realized that the man couldn't have possibly seen him do so.

"Would you be willing to come here at some point?" Chance asked hesitantly.

"No." Kit said simply.

He heard Chance sigh.

"Well I kind of need proof you exist."

Kit frowned.

"Why?"

"It has to do with how being an Alpha works. Technically I was supposed to bring you back here whether you liked it or not but...I am pretty sure it would have not gone over well with you."

"I would have had a panic attack and passed out." Kit said simply.

"....Would taking a few photos or a video with me work?" Chance said slowly

"I mean I guess?"

"Good! When can I come over? I would like to cook you another meal.... I should bring some ingredients..." Chance murmured absentmindedly.

Kit blinked realizing the man had stopped talking to him and was just talking to himself.

"What were you planning on making?" Kit asked hesitantly.

"Mhmmm did you ever have venison before?"

"Uh....no?"

"Mhmm then I will bring vension... mhmmm stew or steak though...." Chance mumbled.

Kit was a little confused as to how this entire situation had turned out so far. He barely knew this man and yet he was coming over to cook him food....again.

"What are you doing right now then?" Kit said hesitantly, trying to keep the conversation going.

It was much harder to do so on a call than in text.

I am going to hunt you your dinner?" Chance said simply and the sound of leaves rustling in the background made Kit realize he was probably in the woods.

"....Wait....what hunt?!"

"Yes.... usually I would leave the hunt to the hunting group but I would like to hunt for you. Werewolves feel a need to provide for their mates and ...its pretty strong right now for me haha."

"Ah... don't uh.... Get hurt hunting? Are you using a gun or...." He almost face palmed himself after asking that.

Chance chuckled.

"No just my teeth."

Kit sucked in his lips and then let them go after a moment as he let out a breathe.

"Ok....... uhmmm don't uh get hurt?"

Chance let out a chuckle.

"You worried about me mate?"

"I barely know you....? But I am pretty sure anyone would be worried about someone who said something like oh I am going to go hunt down a deer....with my teeth!?"

Kit had pulled a different sketchpad and was just randomly drawing lines on the blank page.

Chance laughed over the phone.

"Do not worry dear we will get to know each other more soon. There's no need to feel shy or nervous around me."

Kit blinked and frowned.

It was not like he could help it, he had no idea how to stop feeling anxious or to calm down or get used to being around someone. Saying to not be nervous didn't stop him from being nervous.

"I'm going to let you go for now Dear I am about to start hunting here alright?"

"Ah....alright....?"

"Mhm see you soon mate."

"Later...."

Kit hung up and put his phone down.

He looked down at his sketchpad and looked at it both feeling puzzled and amused since he had drawn a deer.

He went to go take a quick shower and came out rubbing his mop of hair with a towel as he sat down on his couch.

A few moments later a knock on his door startled him.

He went over to slowly open up the door to find Chance holding a ziplock bag with no shirt on and covered in blood.

Kits eyes nearly popped out of their socket at the mans bloodied appearance.

"Good evening mate." Chance smile, his mouth dripping with fresh blood.