☽ Howl ☾ [ SOLBY AU ] ✔

☽ 8 ☾

Colby Brock returns back to the Trap House later than what would have taken him to get there via Brennan's house. He had made several detours, taking roads blindly around their city, ending up at old locations for YouTube videos. But, once he was there, he turns the car around and heads back toward the Trap House, only to be diverged back down some other road. Colby wasn't sure what he was doing other than he was thinking.

When he did return to the Trap House, night had fallen on the West Coast already and the stars were trying to shine through the pink light pollution from Los Angeles. Sleep was heavy on Colby's eyelids and, as he pulled into the driveway to his spot and turned his engine off, Colby sluggishly made his way into the house. His bones ached with exhaustion. His stomach growled lightly at him for not having eaten anything for dinner. His body deeply craved the welcoming arms of his cool and soft bed.

Den, a voice in Colby's head echoed.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Colby walks through the surprisingly dark and silent mansion and up the stairs to his room.

Den, the same voice growled in his brain.

"Shut up," Colby growls back lowly.

With a quick glance to the room across from his, Colby opened the door to his room and entered it, closing the door silently behind him. The Alpha was engulfed in darkness. Slowly, Colby placed his keys and wallet on his desk beside his laptop and then reached for the hem of his shirt. Pulling softly, he raised his shirt above his head, his muscles stretching and aching in protest. Tossing the material to the side, Colby also slipped out of his jeans, throwing that some place into his room. Feeling like a zombie, Colby slid over to his bed wearing only his boxers and crawled under the cool covers.

It didn't take long for Colby Brock to fall asleep. One of the last thoughts to run through his head was a silent prayer to whomever that he wouldn't have another nightmare again. But, not all prayers are answered.

Colby was running again, but it didn't feel the same as it did in his other nightmare. This felt like terror. Like instinct had taken over his body and all he could do was run. As his blue eyes gazed at the trees around him, Colby suddenly became aware of where he was and he stopped in his tracks.

No, no, no, no, no, Colby kept thinking over and over again, Not here. Anywhere but here.

These were the Witches woods.

A scream echoed across the landscape and Colby was off running again, but he had no control over his body. He kept running until he came across an orange, grey, and white colored tent which had been torn to pieces and thrown about the forest floor. Colby wanted to go the other direction. Yet, his eyes couldn't leave the bodies littered on the floor, weak and fearful and close to each other.

He recognized a brunette and blonde head holding each other's hands tightly in a grip that would leave nail marks on each other's skin. Even to this day, Colby could still feel Sam's fingers.

A howl reverberated in Colby's ears and he watched in horror as multiple dark shadows dashed from the night to the bodies. Teeth and claws dug into the flesh of the bodies there. Their screams practically deafening. It made the brunette wince.

Despite his personal protest, Colby moved closer with his heart pounding in his chest.

But, just as he was about to see the faces of the bodies, he was startled awake. Sapphire eyes widened in the darkness as a gasp escaped his lips. His heart continued to pound. But, Colby noticed something different about himself when he woke up almost immediately. Something warm and hard was wrapped around his waist and was pushed up against his left arm.

Glancing to his left, Colby saw blonde hair first and then the thin shape of a nose dusted with a light freckles. Needless to say, Colby was startled at the body beside his. Sam Golbach was wrapped tightly around Colby like the brunette was a lifesaver and Sam was drowning at sea.

The pair hadn't done this since high school when Colby was in a bad mental state. Some nights, back in those dark days, Colby would call Sam and talk to him about everything and anything, but there would be some times that Colby felt like he was suffocating. He would start crying and would stay absolutely silent, only hearing Sam's worried words. He wouldn't even hear the sound of his dog scratching at his door or his siblings soft footsteps outside his door before dashing away.

When Colby got to that state, Sam would escape his parents house through his window and run over to Colby's, being there in a few minutes. Colby always left his window open for Sam, so the blonde could slip in silently. He could remember how Sam would fall into the bed next to him and just hold him as Colby cried, trying to let go of all the pain he was feeling in that moment. They usually fell asleep like that and Sam was always gone by the time Colby's mom entered his room to get him up for another day at high school.

Colby would always admit it: Sam was what saved him from the worst of what Colby would have done to himself in those dark days.

Because of this, Colby didn't think much of Sam suddenly appearing next to him. He only smiled softly before letting his eyes shut again, falling asleep deeply.

This time, Colby didn't dream.

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The Alpha felt warm and safe when he woke up again. Warm morning light filtered in through the window blinds creating rectangle shadows on the ceiling of Colby's room. Sleepy eyes opened slowly.

Greeting his sight was the thin features of Sam again, but Colby noticed that he was a lot more straight on with the blonde man than he was last night when he woke up. That was when Colby became more aware of their situation, despite how tired and sleepy he was in his catatonic state. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Colby had turned over onto his side and draped his arm across Sam's wait, but his hand fell under Sam's shirt to rest against the smooth skin of Sam's lower back. The blonde's head was nestled underneath Colby's and he could feel Sam's soft snores against his neck. Their legs were tangled together with Colby's covers in a messy knot.

The intimacy to their position did not fly past Colby's head, but for some odd reason Colby wasn't moving away from Sam. In fact, Colby felt the wolf inside of him begin to make a sound similar to a purr. A feeling of peace was sweeping over him unlike anything he had felt since the attack. It almost felt alien to Colby, but it was welcomed. So, the Alpha didn't move out of his position tangled in his best friends arms. Instead, he seemed to move closer, wrapping his legs tighter around Sam's and shifting his hand up Sam's back more. His nose laid on top of Sam's head, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent there.

Suddenly, Sam began to shift next to him, pulling his body away from the brunette a bit. His eyelids fluttering as he woke up, but never really fully opening, and he lifted his head up so he was more head on with the Alpha.

"Colby," Sam's voice was low and soft that the Alpha could barely hear it even with his inhuman hearing.

Colby gave a soft noise of recognition, lowering his head so he was under the blonde's own instead, and began nuzzling his nose against Sam's skin.

"Stay, please."

Colby replied with the same noise again and the pair fell back asleep. Never had either of the pair slept so deeply and without any nightmares since before their attack.