My Naga Owners

13)-More Shifters

Lucas' POV:

"What were you thinking, Lucas?! Why would you leave without me? Now you have gotten hurt!"

I silently whimper as Felix gives me a stern talking to.

"You cannot do that again, understand?" he growls.

I start to sob as I look up into his angry purple eyes. I nod my head as his eyes soften.

"There is no need to cry," he sighs, picking me up.

"Y-You're mad at me!" I cry into his neck.

"I am not mad at you. I'm mad at myself." I lift my head from his neck and stare into his eyes. "I have failed to protect you again. Can you ever forgive me?"

    I sniffle and rub my eyes with my fists. I slowly nod my head and whisper, "Y-Yes. I-I'm sorry for l-leaving without you. It was a bad idea. I just wanted to p-prove that I could be okay without your protection."

"You do not have to do that. It is my job to protect you."

    I nod and bury my face into his neck. He pets my head while whispering comforting words in my ear.

"Go check on the shifter in our room," Felix says putting me down and handing me a heavy sack.

I nod and walk to our room where the shifter is resting.

Felix's POV:

I watch as Lucas walks to our room before turning around. I stare at the curled up shifter in the corner. I grab the sack that the shifter was wearing around his neck and check it's contents.

"You and your friend sure did steal a lot. How about you shift so we can talk."

    The panther growls and attempts to scoot farther into the corner. A small sigh leaves my lips. I slither over to the panther and grab him by the scruff.

    "Shift," I hiss.

    I drop the shifter and watch as he looks at the entrance of the cave. The look in his eyes looks like he is contemplating on running or not.

    "If you run I will catch you. Now shift."

    The sound of his bones cracking and shifting makes me cringe. His once furry body is mostly hairless now. His tawny beige colored hair is short and you can easily see his panther ears on top of his head.

He watches me with wary hazel colored eyes.

"Talk to me. Why did you steal?"

"Food," he whispers.

"What about it?"

"I... n-need food," he says, struggling with his words a little.

"Why do you need so much for the two of you?"

"More," he whispers.

"You do not need more food."

He shakes his head and lays his hand against his chest. "More m-e," he says.

Oh. I get it.

"There are more of you?"

He slowly nods his head.

"If you stay right there I will take you home later and you can keep the food. Your friend needs to wake up first."

He nods again.

"You can shift back if that makes you feel more safe and comfortable."

The sound of cracking fill the air again.