The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Someone Get Him Off My Mind

Red P.O.V

We managed to safely make it to the foster home without running into any problems. It kind of proved that we didn't need an escort after all. The further away we had gotten from the packhouse, the more relaxed my brothers got, and the weirder I felt. It wasn't a physical thing either, more like a mental disturbance.

I knew it was something to do with the whole mating thing. It was likely because while I was in the packhouse, the bond had a chance to strengthen while Welfen and I were together. It was something that happened without me knowing, and I'm not sure if that was something Welfen intended or not, but it seemed to happen anyway.

I should have asked if there were any side-effects of being a werewolf's mate long-distance. The things I think about afterwards.

The others had been very relieved when we showed up, a few of them thought we had been killed, and our dead corpses were rotting in the cellar, something I'm glad isn't the case. They were rather relieved to see us still living. I think they put a bet on it, though.

No one was more relieved to see us than Ivan and Junior, who looked ready to cry at our appearance. It must have been horrible for them to leave us in the packhouse, not knowing if we were truly ever going to return. My brothers truly lacked any trust for the werewolves. I'm glad that Mitchell doesn't seem to hold such resentment towards the wolves, but I could tell that he still didn't like them.

We spent a few days at the foster home without attending school. We all needed a short break away from the chaos that lurked outside the home, that, and I needed a few days to take a breather. My life went from 'I have a secret power, haha' to 'I have a werewolf mate and saved my brother from said werewolves.' The things that can happen in the span of a few days is genuinely crazy.

Mitchell didn't leave my side the first day. He would watch me intensely like he thought I would disappear if he looked away for a single second. I know that I could do just that, but I couldn't figure out why he thought I'd vanish. It was nice to have a little company, but Mitchell wasn't the person you wanted to have around you after a certain amount of hours.

I had a long talk with him about watching me, and he apologized for making me feel paranoid. He never did explain why he had been watching me, though.

Over the three days of our short break, I found myself thinking of Welfen often. I found myself thinking about him when doing the most random things. I would see something and think of him, or do something and think about what he was doing. It was getting out of hand. I was getting aggravated with myself for always thinking about him.

Waking up on the fourth day, knowing we were going back to school, was more than dreadful. I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. School could have definitely waited another day. As much as I dreaded going back, a bit of excitement made its presence known at the thought of potentially seeing Welfen. The school buildings being separated limited the chances, but I had a feeling Welfen would find a way to see me. That's just if I don't seek him out first. There was definitely an urge to run off to find Welfen, just to be in his presence. Just to see him.

"Do we have to go to school today?" I groaned at Mitchell, who was all but dragging me down the stairs. I was rather tired, not that I could figure out why. I slept for more than six hours and wasn't woken in the middle of the night, so why do I feel like dropping onto the floor.

"Yes, we do, stop asking me that," Mitchell complained, shoving me into the dining area. The few day break gave me the time I needed to regain the strength I lost when Welfen's wolf bit me. I no longer needed Mitchell to carry me, or anybody else, which was rather nice. I mean, who doesn't want to be able to move by themselves without being lifted to go anywhere?

Inside the dining area were hundreds of backpacks, children, and noise. A small, thinning stack of pop tarts and toast were placed on the middle of the dining table, a hunger games taking place as my siblings fought over the food. A few were screaming because they wanted the cinnamon pop tarts, the household favorite, but they were all gone. I sighed, reaching over a couple of shorter heads to grab a piece of the slightly burnt toast, walking to the other end of the table to put a thin layer of grape jelly on the top. Mitchell just walked behind me, not grabbing any food for himself.

We began our walk to school earlier than usual that morning. Unlike most mornings, due to the time we left, it was only Mitchell and me. The peacefulness of the walk was something I could get used to. We didn't get a lot of moments alone, because we were both usually surrounded by at least one other person, typically a sibling.

"When do you eat?" I asked at random, thinking about how I've never really seen him sneak away to eat, and knowing his diet, I find it weird. I would have seen him disappear for a while before. Although we weren't always together, we've been around each other a lot these past few days, and he hasn't disappeared once. "Or how?" More like who from.

Mitchell tensed slightly at the question before sighing. "Why do you want to know?" He asked back, clearly uncomfortable with the question. I don't think he ever thought he would be talking about this to his 'human' best friend.

I shrugged back, repositioning my backpack. "I dunno, I was just curious," It was fine if he didn't want to tell me. I didn't want to tell him about my power either, but I guess he might open up to me more about his vampire side in time. "You don't have to tell me," I added. I didn't want him to feel pressured to tell me about his eating habits. Considering his food source, I might not actually want to know.

"Maybe one day," Mitchell mumbled, speeding up slightly. I sighed but quickened my step to catch up with Mitchell. The silence was okay, but I preferred it when we talked. When someone was talking to me, it was easier to not think about Welfen.

No. Think about something else, not that werewolf. Welfen was going to drive me insane, and he wasn't even near me right now. Will this whole mating thing gets better with time, or will it get worse? How do werewolves expect their mates to live normal lives when their minds are locked on them? I'm going to assume, for my own mental stability, that the Welfen 24/7 crap will get better.

Arriving at school, I groan in annoyance. I needed to look at the positive side of attending school. Mitchell won't be able to follow me around all day, which is a big bonus. I might see Welfen. The privacy is the most significant benefit that I see so far, and one of the only. Teachers suck at teaching, the classes are loud and overpacked, and the food is mediocre at best.

School should also be known as a place filled with surprises. 

A/N: 

Hoping to update again before another three-month thing happens. Hope you guys like it, I spent an hour or so writing it instead of watching a Thai drama, priorities, you know.