Zayn looked at the floor, eyes focused, "Yes, sir."
"And we raised you with love, did we not?"
Zayn swallowed hard, "yes, sir."
"So why in the Elements would you want to join the military?" His father glared at him, "violence, and destruction -disgusting! Our family has lived in nothing but harmony with our land," He sighed, "your mother -she will die soon, she is sick -what will the military do to help her, Zayn?"
Zayn bit his lip.
"Your mother will die, and you will be in the military when she does -what will you say? How could you live with yourself knowing you left her?"
Zayn looked up, "Alaska has treatments-"
"I do not care what they have!"
"You should! She needs treatment -we cannot just rely on the earth to make her better!" He breathed out hard after he was slapped across his cheek.
"Leave -leave and do not come back." His father's eyes teared, "I will make sure she forgets she has a son."
Zayn clenched his teeth, "I will join the military and I will come back for my mother -they will give her treatment."
"You will not dare."
"I will kill you," He pointed at the group of wolves, his clan. "I will kill anyone who gets in my way. Father -brother -sister -elder." Zayn growled grabbing his bag off the floor, "that is my mother, I took care of her while you led the clan -she will never forget me and what I will do for her."
Zayn's father snorted, "You are dirt to your family -to your clan. If you step foot on this land again, you will die."
Zayn turned around, bag over his shoulder, "we will see."
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"Zayn Malik!"
Zayn stepped through the recruits slowly, "sir."
"Your new partner will be Harry Styles."
Zayn glanced the tall wolf up and down when he stepped up front. Zayn dipped his head, "hello."
Harry nodded once, "hello."
-
Zayn set his bag on the floor upon entering the room, "bottom or top bunk?"
"It does not matter." Harry spoke, going to the bottom bunk.
Zayn nodded slowly, "okay." He threw his bag on top, putting one hand on his side, "so, they said to get to know each other." The alpha tilted his head, "do you want to know me?"
Harry looked up at him, "I will know what you wish to tell me."
Zayn smirked, "philosophical, I see." He grabbed a chair, sitting. "My name is Zayn."
"Zayn Malik."
"Harry Styles."
"Do not," Harry opened his small bag, "you are wasting your time if you are trying to know me."
