Beau and the beast[Boyxboy] [[ON HOLD]]

Father

"SIMBA! Come here! Get back here! I said get back here right now" My lovely mother 'TRIED' yelling at our dog. Tried. But she couldn't pull it off since her voice was as soft as silk. It couldn't hold anything else other than peace, calmness, love or a warm breeze so her attempt to sound malicious was epic.

"Jamie" She called out quietly to me softly, her normal tone reduced to a lower volume and her soothing voice resonated through me as I painted on the front porch. She knew how much I hated noise since my ears were super sensitive.

"Hmm-mm" I whisper-hummed subconsciously since my whole attention was on the handsome creature I drew delicately yet harshly on the small canvas. The unknown yet familiar creature was stuck in my head.

"What are you drawing?" She asked gently and I shook my head which meant 'nothing' to her. Something she was used to because I never let anyone see my drawings. Anyone being my mother actually since we lived in our own two-people world.

I always had these weird dreams or nightmares. They were always full of people that I didn't know, unfamiliar faces I had ever of would ever see. Whether these people existed or not I would never know. Sometimes the dreams felt real and I always wondered if they were visions.

My wolf was powerful so maybe having visions was another ability to add on a pile I had of those.

Last night though I had dreamt of some guy. A stranger who was doing nothing. It was just a picture of him I saw all night in my dream and I had spent the whole day with his face in front of eyelids every time I closed my eyes.

His hair was as black as coal. His shoulders broad and chest massive. He was handsome and I was trying my best to make sure my drawing looked exactly like the mental image I had stuck before my eyes. He hadn't left my head since I saw him and I was left to wonder if perhaps my wolf had liked him but Anabelle didn't talk to me so I would never know.

I moved the pencil on the canvas slowly trying to perfect the scowl on his luscious lips, the frown between his thick eyebrows and the rare mixture of colors that danced in his icy eyes.

This guy was powerful, that I could tell from his posture, his angry features and his huge frame. Maybe he was an Alpha or maybe he was just another scary person.

A sharp noise pierced my ear drums and my pencil broke in my fingers. I turned my head around to glare at the source of the noise and there stood my mother, her pale face whitish as she looked at my drawing in horror which had my attention in seconds.

"You know him?" I asked quietly since I didn't want to scare her more but my question made her flinch and in a blink of an eye she run inside the house where I followed her quickly only to find her small body shaking as she hugged herself in a corner, her body shaking on the floor. She looked so disoriented. She didn't look herself anymore.

She was having a panic attack.

I rushed over to her aid and hugged her which calmed her in seconds. I could read any living mind except hers so I was left with reading her feelings which were even more confusing than her reaction. She was feeling panic, fear, sadness and love? So much love, it caught me off-guard.

"Mate" she rasped out, her smooth voice rough with emotion.

"Your father" She added and I gasped audibly. It was the first time she said anything to me about the man of her life.

Her mate, my father.

"Heee...The draw.." She chocked out as the tears she had tried so much to hold back flowed freely and furiously down her now rosy cheeks and I reduced her sorrow with my body touching hers comfortingly.

"It's okay. You don't have to" I whispered gently in her ear and watched as her eye lids dropped as sleep over took her.

"Killian" The name left her lips softly as she went limp in my arms.

I lifted her small body effortlessly and took her upstairs to her room with Simba hot on my heels his mind nudging mine with curiosity.

'She fainted, buddy' I telepathed to our dog who whimpered in worry.

'She's fine. I just made her sleep. She needed to rest' that seemed to calm him down as we entered my mother's room.

I laid her gently and tucked her in the silk sheets and watched as she slept silently. I turned off the lights and left her room and went back to the porch to continue with the drawing of the man that was supposed to be my dad.

Something didn't feel right but I ignored my gut feeling and looked at the manly features I clearly hadn't inherited.

"Killian" I tasted the name on my tongue but it still felt wrong. Like the name wasn't for the man on my drawing.

I left the porch after adding some details with paint and left it out to dry so I went to kitchen to make dinner.

My mother was going to make all this weird things make sense once she woke up.