A week later...
The Trap House members took a week off from each other after their interviews with Luna in the Witches Forest. Everyone went to their home towns for that week, except Colby. He had other plans. He wanted to focus on himself for a bit and take Luna's advice, hoping that it would fix his situation.
Her words, Fear is a choice, echoed in his brain.
During that week, he spent most of it at Brennan Taylor's house, filming a large amount of videos for both their channels. Despite the burning pit in his stomach when Brennan would pull the #Brolby shit, Colby felt the closest to Brennan during that week than he had ever felt with the other man. Still, Colby could not reveal his deepest secret to the older man.
It was the last day of their week break from each other and Colby had a wide smile on his face at being reunited with his pack mates. The depressive state he was in seemed to vanish in that week, though he still had his moments where the night of the attack came over him and he would just cry. Those usually happened late at night and Colby would just put headphones in and blast music to try and silence his inner demons. He knew Brennan had heard him one night, but the older man never asked him why. For that, Colby was thankful for.
Having that week of returning back to a somewhat "normal" schedule allowed for Colby to heal. It made him realize subconsciously that even as a werewolf and an Alpha, he could still be the Colby Brock he was before the attack. Now, he was still Colby Brock, just a Colby Brock with werewolf abilities.
Fear is a choice.
As Colby packed his suitcase back up, his thoughts fell back upon his pack members. He was beyond excited to see them and be reunited, but he was worried about one particular pack member. The Omega, Sam Golbach, had been constantly on his mind throughout the whole week. This wasn't much different from the weeks prior. However, there were questions floating in the Alpha's mind now that revolved around the new information and sudden realization that Luna helped him through during his interview.
How would he approach Sam about the sudden change in their relationship with each other?
How would he even begin to describe his own feelings for the Omega?
What were they going to do?
Did Sam know too?
Did Sam want him that way that Colby was now desperately craving?
Were they ready to take their relationship to another level?
During that week, after Colby revealed to himself just how special Sam was to him, his feelings had changed more bluntly toward the blonde male he had known for the past 8 years. They were no longer platonic. Colby found himself, especially late at night when he was having a panic attack, thinking about those two nights in the Trap House when Sam had laid with him and all those other moments before where they had blurred the line between friend and something more. Those glances and touches that just seemed to show there was something else to their friendship. No wonder the fans carried the #Solby ship on their backs, Colby thought. He craved the blonde's presence in a way that he could not describe, now. In a way that Luna couldn't either and he understood what she meant by that.
It was a knawing.
It was a craving.
Colby wanted Sam constantly beside him, constantly touching him in some way to know he was there.
But, underneath those romantic feelings, there was something darker in Colby that seemed to echo from the side of his mind where the Alpha wolf sat patiently waiting. Even with Luna's words that the wolf and the human were the same being, Colby still felt like the wolf was a part of him and was waiting to be let loose. Feelings echoed from that side of him that scared Colby. Especially when they revolved around the blonde.
He could remember one time; he had been dreaming and it was really fucking good dream.
He had been in his wolf form, running across the woods, much like the other dream he had back in the cabin, and would come across the white wolf. Colby knew it was Sam, now, and when he howled for the white wolf's attention, it looked up at him instantly. The white wolf's (Sam's) glowing golden eyes twinkling at him like stars igniting in the night sky. Colby could remember how he had changed back into his human form, completely stark naked with the full moon above them, and walked toward the white wolf. As he did so, Colby watched the white wolf morph into a blonde male, who was also stark naked. Normally, Colby would have been a bit more bashful and horrified at seeing his best friend's naked ass like this, but Colby knew also that Sam wasn't just his best friend anymore. As Colby paused before the blonde, he noticed it was Sam's body, but his eyes were glowing like his wolf, not like a human's pupil, not those sky blue eyes that were so familiar to Colby. They were golden and glowing. The next thing Colby remembered was himself pulling Sam onto the forest floor.
Even now, as Colby finished zippering his suitcase up, he could see what he was doing to Sam in those moments on the back of his eyelids. Nails scrapping down his back, blissful friction between their groins, and teeth latching onto Sam's neck as the Omega let lose a literal howl of ecstasy. Needless to say, Colby had woken up with one of the worse case of blue balls he had ever had.
Colby cleared his throat, trying to bleach out those wonderful scenes from his dream which he had kept for the shower he got that morning to relive himself, and gripped the handle on his suitcase. Despite the evident arousal that reliving that memory caused for Colby in that moment, his sapphire eyes did not change color. It was becoming easier and easier to control himself. The real test would be the full moon, but it also made him wonder if all his pack mates had made any success in that realm.
He really hoped so.
The Alpha made his way out to his red Corolla. As he unlocked his trunk and put the suitcase in it, he heard the sound of the front door opening and the soft footsteps of Brennan Taylor come toward him. The front door did not ever make noise, but, with Colby's hearing, he could hear a lot. That did not always come in handy. Especially when Brennan brought a girl over a few days ago and Colby could hear them going at each other all that night.
Colby shut the trunk and turned to look at the other male. A bright smile spread across his face, "Thank you, man, for letting me stay. It truly helped me."
Brennan smiled back at him and wrapped his arms around him, holding the Alpha tightly, "Any time, man! Any time! Mi casa es tu casa! Aye?"
Colby squeezed back, patting the other man's back lightly before letting go. As he got into his car, he flashed Brennan another bright smile, and began to back out of the driveway. This time, as Colby drove back to the house he had called home for the last few months, he drove straight for it and made no detours. He blasted his favorite punk rock bands from his speakers and the windows were down. The wind ran its warm fingers through his hair as he belted out the lyrics he knew by heart.
Everything felt good to Colby and he hoped, as he neared closer and closer to the Trap House, that so would everyone else.

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☽ Howl ☾ [ SOLBY AU ] ✔
FanfictionIt happened when they were out exploring the supposedly haunted forest a few weeks after their trip to the Stanley Hotel. Colby remembers pain, flesh being ripped from his bones. Now, there still is pain, but it is now a sort of comfort to him like...