The Boy in the Woods (boyxboy)

Epilogue

Charlie's POV (surprise!)

*4 months later*

It really was all I could do not to fall off the ceiling laughing my ass off. Really. 

Not that I'm like, hanging off the ceiling like Spider-Man. When Damian called a few hours ago panicking about Yuki being missing, I immediately left the wonderful gentlemen in Minnesota who were keeping me company during the night to come and help. After fighting those hunters--who don't hold a candle to some of the hunters I've had to fight over the last few centuries--several months ago, I finally thought I'd get a break from this group of friends. But alas, my destiny is to be consistently butt-fucked by the fates and not getting a single goddamn chance at relaxation. 

Anyways, when I arrived, I expected the whirl of werewolves to be running all over the place, but when Vizin told me with a pale face that they extended the search to the surrounding territories, I remembered that it'd been four months since Yuki had gotten pregnant. And from my experience with cat shifters, I remembered that male pregnancies typically lasted around four to five months. Therefore, I could only logically conclude that Yuki's baby was trying to escape his bearer's sac-like womb. Viciously. And holy shit I cannot wait until I spot one of the twins to tell them how they're overreacting. 

Speaking of, I believe I see the delightfully anguished face of Galen heading my way. So, I jump off one of the exposed beams of the ceiling and land with a crouch, feeling my lovely hair swish behind me. Superhero landing, of course. I cannot simply do something without my flare.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something with his hands ruining his already-ruined hair, I interrupt with my hip cocked to the side while cleaning under my fingernails with my thumb nail.

"Say, you haven't happened to have noticed certain materials going missing around you lately, would you? Blankets, clothes, ruined bedsheets... hmm?" I drawled. 

He opened his mouth a few times before finally stuttering out an answer. "I-I mean... Yeah, but.. What? Charlie, what the fuck? We're trying to find Yu--" 

I rolled my eyes the moment he answered. "Yes, yes, but really. Aren't you just answering your own questions here? Hasn't he been disappearing a lot these past few days? Been eating a shit ton of food? Been acting completely out of the ordinary?" His look of incomprehension truly makes me want to slap him. "He's giving birth, you dipshit. Obviously he's going to vanish. He's been building a nest to do so. Didn't Vizin tell you how cat shifters do it? I should rip his cock off, that little fucker." I huff out and cross my arms. 

Galen still has that look of dumbass on his face, so I grab him by his ear and lead him to where I know his father is: his office. 

I kick open the door and storm in with Galen whining as I pull him along. Vizin looks up, visibly startled. Time for a meltdown, ladies and gentlefolk.

"Why haven't you been educating this boy, Vizin? What the hell is this chaos?! This is a completely  unnecessary mass of commotion!" I shout at him, throwing Galen into the chair in front of the desk, making it break as he lands, and stomping my foot.

Vizin cautiously holds up his hands in a "calming" gesture, before standing up and grabbing his cane. He hobbles around the desk, balancing as well as one can with one leg, a prosthetic, and a cane. He leans up against it.

"What seems to be the problem here, Charlie?" He asks with a fake, bright smile on his face.

"The problem", I make sure to instill as much sass as I can into the word, "is that half of the pack is scattered across Canada and the other half is running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Yuki. Is. Giving. Birth. I mean, how could you have not seen the signs?! He's been nesting! He's been preparing for the birth! I thought I taught you better. All this chaos is just going to stress him out more! Call back the pack! End this ridiculousness!" I shout at him, the longer my rant goes on, the lower Vizin leans his head to show his submission.