THIS IS NOT MY STORY I'm just posting it on here because it can be bothersome to find on archive of our own. So here is the famous forest fic. enjoy

"You know when you see someone in a relationship with someone else. And your heart physically hurts because shit, that person is an angel and they deserve someone who will treat them with respect and who will love them wholeheartedly. You're the angel, Rob. And God damn it, I love you." (Dedicated to TatoTheWolf)

Just the pack texting each other off recording, nothing much.

My vision quickly grew blurry and darkness began consuming me rapidly. "Bring them back to the base, strip them of their weapons, etcetera. You know the routine." In my paralyzed state I couldn't move or think properly but I knew one thing for sure, we were screwed. _________________________________________ After the mysterious death of his father, Mitchell Hughes didn't think life could get any worse from there. Unfortunately, Mitchell was never familiar with the term 'luck.'

Vikram Barn is just a lonely boy with a bad past and big problems who works at a flower shop. Simon Minter is just a lonely boy with a bad past and big problems who happens to work at the tattoo parlor just next door. [a few warnings here and there]

You'll see >:)