Part of The Pack

Chapter 5

If Wolffe barely wanted to show his face around the Wolfpack, he definitely didn't want to show his face around everyone else. Not even his batchmates, Cody and Rex. Or Plo Koon, although if he demanded it Wolffe would have to listen. He had the pack go to the mess hall without him, and bring food back for him. He didn't want his other brothers to see him like this. They would be disturbed and would eventually avoid him, so they wouldn't have to see his hideous face. The pack had asked why he wouldn't go with the mess hall, his excuse was simply that, he was on bed rest.

There was some truth to his excuse. He was on bed rest and besides the pack wouldn't understand how Wolffe felt right now. They wouldn't understand how weird his face felt and how it was even weirder to have a fake eye.

"Wolffe, why do you always keep your helmet on? You never take it off." Sinker asked handing Wolffe his food.

"I don't always have it on. I take my helmet off to eat."

"Yeah, but you don't eat at the mess or in our quarters. You're always going in your private quarters to eat." Boost said.

"You're in your private quarters no matter what. You don't sleep in the pack pile, you sleep in your quarters instead. You don't eat with us, you eat in your quarters. You're ignoring us, and everyone else except for General Plo Koon. Why?" Comet asked.

"I like my helmet. It's one of a kind. That's why I don't take it off." Wolffe said hoping they would just buy it and leave him alone about his helmet.

"Right, because that's totally the reason. Quit lying, Wolffe."

"Warthog, I'm not lying!"

"Yeah, sure you aren't." Boost said sarcastically.

"I'm not! I promise you I'm not lying." Wolffe said lying again.

Comet could see right through his pack leader. Comet shifted awkwardly before blurting out, "It's your eye, isn't it? You're scared to show anyone, even us, your face." He looked up at Wolffe thoughtfully before adding "We're your pack, Wolffe. You should tell us this stuff, we're not going to make fun of how you look."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Comet." Wolffe snapped harshly making Comet flinch. He made his way towards his quarters before being stopped by Sinker. "What do you want, Sinker? I'm not in the mood to talk."

"Yeah, we know. It's not my fault you're in a bad mood because you can't talk about how you feel. You're so stupid sometimes, Wolffe. You always shut us out when we try to help you. Why can't you just be a normal person and let someone help you?" Comet said bitterly.

"Normal? How can I be a normal person when my face looks like" Wolffe trailed off knowing he already said too much.

Comet tilted his head at Wolffe. "When your face looks like what? Wolffe, you don't have to be scared. Just show us your face. We're your pack, we're not going to make fun of how your face looks."

"I'm not scared. I just don't want you guys to have to see me like this. You'll be disturbed." Wolffe replied sighing. He took his helmet off and looked away from his brothers as they observed his face.

His injury was healing and the cybernetic eye didn't look out of place. It was all white with the faintest hint of a brown iris. The area the lightsaber had struck had healed, replaced by a scar. It ran along his cheekbone, through his eyebrow, and to the top of his forehead. Wolffe was anxiously waiting for his brother's reactions of disgust and disturbance. To his surprise, there were none.

"You look fine, Wolffe. I don't find it disturbing, in fact, I find it cool!" Sinker said in awe. He found it cool, and he would get his brother to think the same.