(bxb) A New Wolf

His House.

i saw my dad come back downstairs, and he was carrying parkers, limp, wolf body in his hands.

"PARKER!" i yelled, i felt a new pain come over me, none like i had felt before.

'he... he's dead!?...' i thought, barely able to keep my mind from over heating, with memories of me and Parker together.

'my...my dad killed my mate?..' i felt my blood run cold. dad had always been a horrible human being, 

'but a murderer?....'

i saw black spots again and thats when i realized i was having a panick attack, my body trembling, heart beating, and i couldnt breathe.

tears streamed through my eyes, as my dad came over, i pushed myself to the back of the cage out away from him, it seemed like it was instinct to back away when he came.

only this time it was different. because this time, he carried the dead body of my love. my mate....

he dropped Parkers body, and got the metal collar, and trapped it around his neck, locking it with a remote control button.

its now that i realized my dad had bloody bites and scratch marks on him. they looked like they hurt.

'atleast Parker hurt him.' i thought

"you know, this was meant for you, but two pets are better then one. when he wakes up, tell him ill be down soon." and with that, my dad left, leaving the button at the bottom of the stairs.

'wait, when he wakes up?-' a relief of joy, filled me. he wasnt dead. just knocked out!
"PAR-" i stopped myself 

'he's knocked out. and if my dad came back i couldnt defend him, and he couldnt defend himself... i dont know what my dads planning to do with him. i cant let him be used like.... like i was when i was unconscious.' i paused my thought to feel my back, and the fresh new mark....

 i have to stay quiet....'

i put my hand through the hole in the cage, trying to reach parker, i was just able to reach him with the tips of my fingers.

i tried to wake him up, well whispering his name, and nudging him in the back with as much force as my fingers could give. i felt his fur for the first time. it was dry, and was definitely like a wolf. i felt somewhat too intimate just by doing this, and him being unconscious. but i knew deep down it was fine, i was just nudging him in the back

'im not like my dad...' i thought, 

'ill never be like him.' i tried to convince myself, but i dont think the doubt will ever leave my mind.

"PARKER!" i whispered once, trying out how loud it sounded. the empty basement seemed to make sounds louder.

i tried a few more times, tears filling my eyes. 

'he shouldnt have to be here... it was my fault.. i shouldnt have let him be taken....'  

"PARKER!!" i say a little too loud, and i hush myself and sit there, waiting for the familiar footsteps to start coming down the stairs. but they dont.

i give one last nudge about to give up, with a heavy heart, and puffy eyes, from crying.

until i feel him stir under my touch.

he is disorented i can tell, cause it takes him a second to get up.

he starts by just lifting his head. i feel such a relief i sit back and let a breath go i didnt know i was holding.