Brody: ProtectionMature

I catch Fate as he falls, picking him up with a glare in Theo's direction. It's my fault this happened, not Fate's, so why punish him, huh? He glares back as I walk past with the wolf in my arms.

"Don't expect him to stick around," he shouts after me. I don't say anything and when I glance back, the pack are already out of sight. I turn to Lazarus and glance between him and Fate.

"I'll go find us a hotel. Sorry about that," I mumble, trying to keep my eyes on the ground as much as possible. That's one thing I've learnt about dogs - eye contact is a bad idea most of the time.

"You can both stay... just don't expect them to play nice with you," he chuckles, gesturing at the ones that don't play nice with me anyways. I tell them it's okay, I'll get a room in a hotel, but somehow, I end up back at the pack house anyways. Needless to say, I'm not allowed to sit with Fate and wait for him to wake up. I'm set straight to work as the house slave, pretty much.

"Hey, it's okay," I hear Lazarus' voice coming from the next room where Fate's been put. "We're not gonna hurt you, Fate."

"That's what they all say before they kick your ass," Fate replies.

"I've been friends with Brody for the best part of a decade, I'm hardly gonna hurt his friend," he tells him. That and if you hurt him I'd probably hospitalise you. Which is quite a feat, to be honest. "If that's really all you are," he adds suspiciously.

"I don't know what I am to him. Can't help you on that one."

"Well the guy's gotta care about you quite a bit, or he wouldn't have brought you back here." Awh, thanks, Lazarus. You make me sound like such a sweetheart. I look around on the floor for my clothes and find at least my boxers and shirt. Not entirely sure where my pants went... interesting. I'm still aching from the last dog that decided to treat me like I'm a blow up doll or something. I give up looking for my pants and wander to the next bedroom, not even attempting to sort out the sex hair. Fate looks up at me, one eyebrow reaching for his hairline.

"Hey," I mutter, resisting the urge to yawn and curl up on the floor to sleep right there. His eyebrow doesn't go down. "How're you doing?" he shrugs and I can't help the look of concern that flickers over my face. He got kicked out of his pack and that's my fault. Just because I can fuck, feed on and dump a human without a second thought, doesn't mean I don't have some kind of conscience. Lazarus looks between us and stands.

"I'll leave you guys to it," he says, pushing past me out of the room. I stay stood in the doorway. He sort of watches me and I hesitate a little.

"Can I come in?" he nods and I walk over to the chair that Lazarus had been sat in. He eyebrow quirks up a little bit again as I shuffle, trying to get comfy. Kinda hard when your ass hurts. "I'd ask if you're okay, but I'm guessing that's a stupid question."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry," I mumble, looking down, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

"For what?" he asks quietly.

"It's my fault you're here and not at home." An awkward silence falls between us and I don't know what to say to him, or do to help and somehow make up for this. He scratches the back of his head and I keep my eyes on my fingers as I keep fiddling with my shirt. I think he glances at me, but with my eyes fixed on my hands, I can't really tell.

"At least Brendon won't bother them now," he mumbles. I look up at that, but he's staring at the floor.

"Look, I don't know how I can make up for what's happened - or if I even can - but if you need something let me know and I'll do my best to help."

"Maybe... Maybe I should just go back to NJ..." I bite my lip a little. I'd be lying if I said I was willing for him to go. We're both quiet again. The seconds pass at an agonising pace as I try to think of some way that I can fix this, but my brain's too fuzzy and tired.

Heavy footsteps precede one of the wolves up the stairs. They go straight past to check in my room for me and I can almost feel their irritation at me not being in there. The door is flung open and the wolf growls as he sees me sat beside Fate.

"Who said you could leave your room?" I shrug, looking back at the floor. I see Fate open his mouth to say something out of the corner of my eye, but he changes his mind, apparently not all that keen on pissing the wolf off any more than he already is. I get up, my eyes still on the floor as I bend over and kiss Fate's forehead. I don't wait for him to say anything before I shuffle over to the wolf.

He grabs my collar and practically drags me back to my room, throwing me down on the bed.

Sometimes I wonder if the protection they give me for this is worth it. 

 

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