Kane~ June 9

I stood quietly outside the bathroom door after giving Owen the clothes from Roman. I leaned back against the door and just stared at my hand. I couldn't get the image of those nasty burns on Owens back out of my mind. Several lines ran over his back in every direction like a metal rod had been pressed to the skin. I couldn't imagine how painful that had to of been.

I had every intention of killing Owen when I saw his yellow eyes. Yellow eyes were the mark of a rogue or loner. A wolf without a pack. When a wolf is exiled from their pack, or in rare cases, leaves of their own accord, their eyes change to show that they're no longer part of a pack.

Nine times out of ten yellow eyes mean rogue and I have yet to meet a rogue who was kind in anyway. So, I just assumed that's what he was. It never crossed my mind that he could have been taken from his pack, his family.

Some might think it's unfair of me to just assume he's the enemy before even speaking so much as one word to him but think about how the situation looked from my point of view. I'm the alpha of the pack lives in this town. I pride myself on knowing every little thing that goes on in this town so I can protect my pack and the humans that live here. So when I found a stranger in my best friends house, I panicked. A pack-less Lycan just shows up in my territory, and no one noticed a thing.

It scared the shit out of me when I came to Romans house, and the placed reeked of blood and an unfamiliar Lycan. Even though I had talked to him moments before getting there, for a split second, my heart stopped, and every worst case scenario ran through my head.

I shook my head at the thought. Now that I knew the reason for his Owen's yellow eyes, all I felt was sorrow and pity for him. He said he had been taken away when he was five or six. If I had to guess his age now, I'd say he was in his early to mid-twenties which meant he had been subjected to the hunter's experiments for over a decade maybe two.

It pissed me off to think one of my kind had been forced to go through something like that. I wouldn't wish that kind of life on anyone.

I let out a long sigh and let my arm go limp at my side as I pushed off from the bathroom door and walked back to the main part of the house. I found Roman in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. The smell of food drifted throughout the house making my mouth water.

"What are you making?" I asked him. Coming to stand behind him. Normally I would have wrapped my arms around him and leaned over his shoulder to watch him cook, but now that he knew what I was I wanted to take things slow. He may have acted but like he was okay with it, but what if on the inside he's actually terrified of me now.

I listened intently on his heartbeat as he turned to look at me. It didn't spike like it would of if he was scared.

That's a good sign.

Roman smiled at me. "Eggs and bacon," He told me.

My heart leaped when he smiled at me. He was the only person who could make my heart do somersaults with a simple smile.

I strode over the plate of bacon already done on the counter beside him and grabbed a piece. Turning to lean back against the counter I stared at the bacon in my hand. I wanted to talk to Roman to see what he really thought of everything, but I didn't know how.

Roman must have sensed I wanted to talk because he turned off the stove and turned to face me. He looked at the bacon I had stolen then at me.

"If you're not going to eat it then give it here." He reached out and snatched the strip of fried fat from my hand. He quickly took a bite of it, smiling all the while. When I didn't react his smile fell, and he frowned at me. "What's wrong?"

"Are you..." I couldn't get the words out. "Are you really not scared of me?" I was scared of what his answer might be, but I needed to know.

He was quite for so long and just stared at me. My heart was pounding against my rids as I stared at him. I saw a flash of doubt in his blue eyes and felt my heart drop.

I looked away from him so he wouldn't see the hurt the on my face. I felt my lips curl into a sad smile. "I was right. I'll understand if you want me to leave." I felt my eyes start to burn as I pushed off from the counter and turned to leave the kitchen. "I know it's a lot to take in and I wouldn't blame you if you are scared of me now. I-"

Before I could react, Roman grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled me to him. His arms wrapped around my neck as he hugged me tightly. "No matter what, I could never be afraid of you Kane. The way I see it, you're still the same goofball who follows me around like a lost puppy. The only thing that has changed is now I know a little bit more about you. And I don't hate it." He spoke softly as he ran his hand through my hair.

My breath hitched, and I felt my stomach clench at his words. My arms wrapped around his waist and I buried my face in his shoulder as the tears overflowed. He doesn't hate me. He's not scared of me.

I was so relieved I couldn't help but cry.

"I love you, Roman," I whispered.

His soft laughter echoed in my ear as he patted my head. "I know."

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Roman sat me down at the table after I stopped balling like a newborn pup. I sunk down into the seat and cover my face with my hands.

"I'm pathetic. Some Alpha I am." I muttered. If anyone in my pack saw me right now, especially Derik, they would never let me live it down.

A clinking noise made me peel my hands away from my face. Roman was standing beside me setting a plate of food in front of me.

"There you go." He said with a smile. He pulled the other chair over next me and sat down. Folding his hands in his lap, he chewed on his lower lip while staring at me for a short time. I knew that look. His brain was running a million miles per minute with questions. That thoughtful look in his eye was him putting his thoughts in order before blurting out every one of them as fast as he could.

"How long have you been... a Lycan?" He finally asked.

I swallowed my mouthful of scrambled eggs and answered honestly. "My whole life. I was born one."

Roman nodded his head slowly. "Is the myth about being turned into a werewolf if bitten by one true?"

"Part of it is. A human can be turned from a bite but only if it's an Alpha biting them with the intent of turning them."

He processed the information for a minute before asking, "How does that work? Do you just think about wanting to turn them, bite them, and that's it? They're a werewolf- I mean Lycan?"

"No. Well, yes. It's a little more complicated." I tried to explain. I ran a hand through my hair while trying to think how to explain it. "If an Alpha has the intention of turning a human then our teeth will secret this... stuff. Um... Enzymes? Yeah. s-something like that. Anyway!" I shook my head and tried to get back to the point. "Teeth secret this stuff so when our teeth break the skin the enzymes enter the bloodstream and go to work changing your DNA. The first time the human changes will be right after the bite not during the full moon." I could practically see what his next question was going to be so I went ahead and answered it before he could ask. "And no. We are not forced to change under the full moon. We can change whenever we want to. Though on the full moon there is an urge to shift most of us can ignore it."

"So, your an Alpha, right?"

I nodded. "Yup."

"How do you become an Alpha? Do fight for it or are you born into it?" Roman sounded so eager to know everything he could. He was slowly leaning forward as he listened intently to every word I said.

I chuckled and shook my head. Pointing to my eyes, I said, "The color of our eyes tells what our rank is. Every Lycan is born with blue eyes, and as we grow up, it will change or stay the same to show your position in the pack. So in a way, I was born to be n Alpha. Red eyes, like mine, are the mark of an alpha. Purple eyes, mean they are a Beta. Blue eyes are for any other member of the pack. Then Lycans with really light blue eyes or white eyes are omegas."

Roman nodded his head to show he was paying attention. "What about Owen? He has yellow eyes."

"Yellow-eyed Lycans are wolves without a pack. Whether they were exiled, left on their own, or in Owen's case, taken away from their pack for too long."

Roman's eyes filled with sadness for a seconded before he blinked it away. He looked over at me again. "Can I see your eyes again?"

I was surprised to hear him say that. "Um. Sure." I shrugged. Closing my eyes for a second, I opened them again. My surroundings became clearer, sharper.

Roman rose to his feet and stepped closer. He just stared at my eyes for a minute before his hands came up cup my face. I knew he was only interested in my eyes, but I suddenly had a strong urge to kiss him. My eyes moved down to his lips, and I fantasized for the millionth time what it would be like to press mine against them. Subconsciously I ran my tongue over my lips before biting my lower lip.

"Whoa!"

I gasped when Roman suddenly pried my mouth open. What the hell is he doing?!

"Your teeth changed too!" He shouted. His thumbs pushed my lips back so he could get a better look at my sharpened teeth.

I let out a long sigh through my nose, but he was too focused on studying my mouth to notice.

"What the fuck are you two doing? Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing." Owen pleaded.

Roman froze and looked over my head at him. He slowly pulled his fingers out of my mouth and took a step back. "Sorry," he said to me.

I twisted around in my seat to look at Owen. He was dressed in the black sweatpants that were too long for him, and the grey T-shirt Roman had me give him. His hair was still wet and looked crazy. He must have just rubbed it with a towel and called it quits.

I gave him a smirk when I thought about what he was talking about. "That depends. What do you think we were doing?"

"Honestly, from the sounds I heard down the hall and from what I can see from here I think one of you is getting a handjob, and one of you has a fetish for getting or sticking their fingers in mouths." He said bluntly and with a straight.

"What?! No!" Roman yelped. "No! I was just looking at his teeth." Roman tried to defend himself but wasn't really helping his case.

"Right." Owen said, drawing the "i."