The Prey (LGBT+)

Chapter 19: Severed Threads

Parker

The past couple of days have been hectic for wolf politics. The entire pack senses something different about me but they don't completely understand. I, however, have been spending uncomplicated days resting. I took a walk and it was uncomplicated.

Kohl and McKennon are slightly panicked over my lack of supernatural power. I'm trying to get used to it myself. The two of them think I'm made of glass, it seems. The two of them impress upon me that there is a reason humans don't tend to live with wolves. I assure them they're not going to hurt me.

Not sure I believe that.

I woke up this morning to make breakfast. I've begun to notice I bruise easier than I normally do. I've been trying to hide it from the wolves. One of their hang-ups has to do with my fragility in connection to our mating.

I STILL hate that word.

I pull down my short trunks to cover the large bruises just above the rim of the shorts from Kohl's hands. If he sees them, he may never touch me again. It's on my list of nightmares. I watch as the door opens and two very naked werewolves walk through the door. It's earlier than they're used to, especially when the wolves ran last night. The two of them require a couple hours of sleep and they'll be as good as new. I envy that.

They look like Hell.

They're also naked.

"Good morning!" I say as Kohl and Mickey groggily enter the kitchen.

The two grumble a hello to me at the same time and I find it adorable.

"You guys couldn't have showered?" I ask, "Can you shower before you get into bed?"

"I thought you liked it dirty." Mickey smirks.

I roll my eyes and turn to finish cooking pancakes, "Yeah, well, I draw the line at mud."

I continue cooking, ignoring the wolves. I'm shocked when I feel something tug at my shorts. I turn around, yanking my shorts away from Kohl's hand before I slap his hand with the spatula. He groans as he recoils.

"What in the Hell is that?" Mickey asks, "Who did that?"

"Did what?" I shrug.

"Dammit, Kohl, we both agreed—"

"Agreed to what?" I ask looking between them, "Okay, I have a spatula. Nobody's afraid of the spatula?"

"We agreed that we would 'go easy' on you."

I look between them, "That's the reason you both have been so mediocre?" I ask.

The two of them regard me with horror and I smirk at them, turning back to the pancakes. I flip off the stove and move to the left, leaning on the counter.

"Ignoring what you just said, we should probably talk about this." Kohl frowns, "Are you hurt?"

"No! I can barely feel it."

"You're sure?" He asks.

"Mediocre?" Mickey asks.

"It was a joke. Kinda." I sigh, "Don't get weird, guys. I'm human now. It's not like I was always a Demi-God. Or I was but I didn't have power. I gave you that cut without nary a superpower."

"I'm disturbed at how proud you are of that." Mickey frowns, "I'd like a rematch."

"A rematch? No way! You made me run into a pole. We're even."

He laughs, "I forgot you ran into a pole like a little moron. Fast runner, though."

"Okay, focus! We need to set down ground rules." Kohl says gaining groans from Mickey and me. He looks between us, "What?"