The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Freak

Red P.O.V

It was weird, being escorted back to the place I had just made an attempt to get away from. The closer we got back to the packhouse, the easier it was to see that we potentially would have never actually made it away from the mansion. It was kind of discouraging. I mean, what if we really needed to get away? Would we be able to? Based on how quickly Welfen found us, I don't think the answer would be yes.

I glance up at Mitchell's head since he was still carrying me. He'd hadn't spoken since Welfen reappeared and I really couldn't blame him. The silence was just cold. The entire situation felt tenser than it needed to be, and it sent more than chills down my spine.

And unfortunately, all this was coming from Welfen.

Since we started heading back towards the packhouse, he has been stuck up inside his head, clearly lost in thought. Considering he was leading us back to the packhouse, I'd prefer that he wasn't lost inside his mind. I had already forgotten how to get back to the packhouse, and we had only been walking for ten-ish minutes. It was rather easy to get lost in the woods. If I ever attempt to take a stroll through the woods, I'll get myself lost quicker than I can blink.

You know what, I won't enter the woods without someone being with me.

The during the span of walking, this coldness didn't pick up. Instead, it got worse as if whatever Welfen was thinking about was making him more and more upset. It was unnerving, to say the least. I wanted to comfort him, but at the same time, would he want me too?

We might be mates, but we aren't in any means close.

It wasn't anything but the truth, neither one of us knew each other very well. It takes us more than being mates for us to be together.

When we finally made it back to the packhouse, I tensed slightly, unprepared for anything that was about to happen. I didn't even know what was about to happen, and I was stressing over it. Welfen said he wanted to talk, which was a pretty broad subject by itself.

Even though I kind of already know what this conversation is going to be about.

I snuggled closer to Mitchell, leaning into him, enjoying the care he proved me all these years and in the moment. I felt safer with Mitchell in my presence. It was always like this, and I don't think it would ever change.

Upon entering the packhouse, I instantly wanted back out, not wanting to be in the building any longer. It was even tenser inside the building. Even the other wolves seemed to notice. The ones that were inside the entrance hall seemed to scatter upon seeing Welfen.

I tensed when the girl from earlier, Welfen's ex-girlfriend, rushed into the room from the doorway connected to the massive kitchen. She smiled hopefully at Welfen before she noticed that Welfen wasn't alone. Her smile tightened in the corners, I hoped that Welfen was able to see the fakeness in her joy. Maybe it was just me that she didn't like, but at the same time, she said she was Welfen's girlfriend when Welfen said she was the opposite, the ex. Clearly, I'd believe Welfen. It was kind of clear to see that she was hanging onto something that didn't exist anymore.

Welfen tensed slightly when he saw Grace standing there, looking at him as if she was about to get acknowledged by him. And she did, I just don't think it was the attention she was wanting.

"Follow me," Welfen gruffed out. Grace had a confused and discouraged smile on her face. She still followed Welfen like a lost puppy, only halting when she noticed that we were still following behind.

She turned around, anger on her face.

"He didn't say for you to follow him, idio-"

"I didn't say for them to not follow either," Welfen snapped back at her. I couldn't help but see Grace's attempts as ostentatious. She seemed to really be trying to get some alone time with my mate. I shouldn't be this possessive over that idea, but it seemed to stick to my head that Welfen was without better words, mine.