Silas had never been to a Christian temple, or church as they called it, before. In fact, he did not know much about Christianity in general, other than that their God was jealous and sometimes malevolent, but Elizabeth and Jayson had invited him to their worship service. Jayson was the leader of his own church, and apparently went by pastor Jayson in the community.

The rest had woken up early and headed to the church for a sort of pre-service known as Sunday school. Silas had opted out of going to that, but he would be attending their main sermon that ranged from 11 AM to noon. Elizabeth had said that she wanted to introduce him to their church and community, and maybe give him an opportunity to plant some roots here. Not that he had any interest in really doing so.

As he stepped into the steeple, where they gathered for their worshipping, Silas knew he would stick out like a sore thumb. All of the men were dressed in some form of button down, denim jeans, and cowboy boots. The women were mostly in frilly dresses and floppy hats. They hadn’t started yet, because most people were milling about, talking to one another. He was thankful because most of them hadn’t noticed him. The few that did though seemed to do a double take at his baggy black clothes and piercing, but didn’t seem eager about talking to him, which suited Silas just fine. He looked over the steeple itself, it had a tilted ceiling with bright lighting, a big cross sat on the back wall, just above a stage that he assumed was where Jayson would be once the service started. Big windows lined the side walls, and green plants hang in them, soaking up the sun. Keir’s face flashed across his mind, making him want to bang his head against the walls. The plants, as if sensing his ill will toward them, seemed to wilt. Good.

“Silas!” His attention was directed towards Isaiah, who was setting in one of the many rows of benches. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he waved him over. He hadn’t seen the human since the party, where Isaiah had gotten really drunk and high and tried to make out with him, which he had politely declined. Isaiah probably didn’t remember it. Silas ignored the looks he was getting as he approached him, who pat the cushioned seat next to him, inviting him to sit. “You don’t seem like the type to go to church.”

“I’m not. Elizabeth asked.” He grumbled as he plopped down. “You don’t seem like the type to go to church either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Isaiah squinted at him, but he didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks. Silas merely shrugged in response, and he let it drop, holding out a bottle of water to him. “Whatever. Want a drink?”

“Sure.” He took it and took a drink, only to find himself choking on the burning sensation of shitty vodka. Isaiah laughed as he tried to keep from spitting it all over the floor, somehow, he figured no one would appreciate that, his eyes watering as he managed to swallow what was in his mouth. He handed the plastic bottle back to the human, shooting him a glare. “Are you an aspiring alcoholic or something?” He whispered in a hushed tone, just as Jayson showed up on the stage, quietening the crowd. Everyone took their seats, and a hush fell over the congregation.

Isaiah leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “Just following in my Daddy’s footsteps.” He purred, and Silas couldn’t help but feeling slightly concerned for the human.

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Church itself wasn’t awful, besides the looks of disdain directed towards him every so often. They must’ve thought they were being discreet about it, but he wasn’t dense. He could feel their eyes boring into the back of his head. Jayson introduced him as his stepson, and he figured they didn’t like him because he looked different. Or maybe they had something against stepchildren. Elizabeth and Ethan sat in the front row, and he stayed with Isaiah the entire time, who seemed to be getting increasingly handsy. Maybe he should have taken the vodka away from him.

“Want to hang out?” Isaiah asked once Jayson had concluded the sermon, his slurred speech nearly drowned out by the din of people talking around them. The human tried to bat his eyelashes at him, which looked more like he was having spasms.

“And do what?” He asked as they stood, he had to steady Isaiah, who was swaying on his feet.

“I dunno. Whatever you want to do.” The human whispered in a way that was likely meant to be seductive. It wasn’t.

“I want to get you sober.” He grumbled, swiping the keys from his grasp. Like hell he was going to let him drive. Isaiah whined at his response, but still allowed him to lead him out of the steeple. “That’s no fun.”

“Neither is babysitting drunks.” He retorted, his eyes landing on two figures sitting on one of the back benches. He recognized the male guy; he was looking down with a pained expression on his face. Silas was fairly sure his name was Camden or something, the same one who had taken him home from the pack the other day. A girl was beside him, glaring daggers into him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, didn’t she know staring was rude? Besides, what were werewolves doing here? Weren’t they in love with the moon or something?

They didn’t say anything as he and Isaiah passed, thankfully. He felt like Jayson wouldn’t appreciate him getting in a fight on holy grounds.