Birth of an Anxious Wolf

Chapter 12

“Hey Virgil… I brought more food. Can you please eat?” Roman said as he walked cautiously into the room. He had seen Virgil was awake and he was relieved that his eyes were back to normal and the necklace around his neck wasn’t black anymore. There was simply a purple stone. Virgil glanced in Roman’s direction. He shrugged and turned his attention to examining his hoodie sleeve. 

Roman let out a sigh, “Please Virgil,” He reached out and grabbed Virgil’s hand “For me?” 

Virgil’s gaze looked up again meeting Roman’s eyes. Electricity was pulsing through their hands. Virgil didn’t understand it. He felt warm and safe. He wanted to do what Roman was asking of him. It felt like something deep within him was begging him to do what Roman asked, and that scared the shit out of Virgil. So instead Virgil made a face of distaste and yanked his hand from Roman’s hold using his other hand to try to wipe away the sparks he had felt. Virgil shook his head fiercely to drive the point home. He wasn’t going to eat. 

Roman felt a growl rumble in his chest. This was so frustrating. He wanted nothing more than to help, but his mate was being so difficult. “At least talk to me. You haven’t said a word to me in five days! What have I done wrong!” 

Virgil looked at him with a face that said ‘You’re kidding right?’ 

Roman didn’t catch on, “Please just talk!” 

“Why should I?” Virgil mumbled angrily. “You wanna know what you did wrong? You kidnapped me, you are keeping me here against my will, and oh yeah you are literally a werewolf. A creature out of a horror story. Not to mention you have stated that everyone here is also werewolves. Honestly, I am surprised to even be alive right now! You could tear me to shreds with your teeth!” He had gotten louder as he went to the point he was yelling. 

“That still doesn’t explain the refusing to eat thing.” Roman stated.

“Because I Don’t Want To Be!” Virgil said before thinking. Shit he really needed to filter his words better. He was slipping up to much. 

“Don’t want to be? Don’t want to be what?” Roman asked his face looking puzzled. 

Alive. 

Virgil didn’t want to be alive. He had no life worth living. 

Virgil didn’t answer he just curled himself into a ball. 

Roman didn’t talk for a long while after that he just sat in silence with Virgil. He had a few guesses to what Virgil had ment an he didn’t like any of them. It was a few minutes before Roman tried to speak.

“Virgil, I-” 

“I hate you.” 

Roman froze. He felt like his world had just shattered into tiny little pieces. He couldn’t even remember what he was going to say. The only thing going on in his head was a repeat of “he hates me, he hates me, he hates me.” Tears started pooling in his eyes. His voice broke when he could finally find words again. “Y-you do?”

Virgil’s eyes flashed with regret hearing the sound of Roman’s voice, but Roman couldn’t see. “Yeah.” He said simply. 

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry. I don’t want to do this. I promise I don’t have a choice. If I could let you go I would. If I could make you happy I would. I am so sorry that I can’t” Roman sobbed heavily.   

Roman only stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Patton standing next to him. He gave a sad smile, before grabbing Roman’s arm and pulling him out of the room.

Virgil lifted his head to see the other two leaving the room he sighed. He glanced at the food still sitting on the nightstand beside him. His stomach growled at him in angry defiance. He huffed before rolling over and facing away from the food.