"So, we're going to bed?" Jake raised an eyebrow, watching his soulmate storm angrily from one side of the room to another.
Derrick was angrily gathering sheets and pillows and Jake wondered why. I mean, the prince was a prince. Didn't he have maids and butlers or something to do that stuff?
But then Jake watched Derrick shove the sheets onto the ground and throw the pillow harshly into them. The werewolf had a hunch that the man was just taking his anger out on the duvet.
Derrick then grabbed a handful of white clothes from a nearby drawer, constantly dropping a certain nightshirt and picking up. That made him more frustrated and Jake cringed inwardly as the agitated royal headed towards him.
Derrick stuffed the clothes into Jake's arms, then disappeared into the bathroom. Jake leaned forward a little staring at the now-shut door, eyebrow still raised, but decided not to say anything. He didn't know why Derrick was so angry...maybe it had to do with the question his father asked him?
Jake sighed, the thought leaving his mind, and turned his attention to the bundle of clothes in his arms.
"I assume these are mine, " Jake said to himself, bunching his lips to the side. He bit his lip and looked around.
Well, since Derrick's in the bathroom, I guess it's okay to change in here, Jake thought.
Please walk in on us, please walk in on us, Jake's inner wolf prayed.
But Jake was soon completely dressed and no Derrick had returned.
Is he okay? Jake wondered.
I mean, there hasn't been any screams or cries for help, so I assume he's okay, Pickle reasoned, GASP. What if he got turned on by you talking about him all sweet? GASP! What if he's-
DON'T! Please, don't finish that sentence. Please, Jake begged, wishing his inner wolf had a filter.
Oh, I won't ~ . But just imagine-
No, Jake interrupted, but that didn't stop Pickle.
Him thinking of you-
STOP! Jake demanded.
Moaning your na-
SHUT UP! Jake mentally screamed.
Jake was feeling warm all over. He had never felt this way and it was freaking him out.
Just be quiet. Please, Jake begged. His confidence was lowered due to the new experience.
Fine. But SOMEBODY'S got to get this show on the road. 'Cause obviously the two HUMANS are either idiots or slowwwww. I want some of my CUTE, SMART kitten, but noooooo, Pickle ranted.
Jake sighed out loud and looked around the room, noting how there was no mirrors or pictures hanging on the walls. He looked at the sheets on the floor, assuming they were for him and spread them out. Sure, the floors were hard and uncomfortable, but he's slept in a cave for most of his life.
What's the difference?
Just as Jake was about to lay on his make-shift bed, Derrick came out of the bathroom. The prince was somehow dressed in nightclothes even though Jake didn't see him bring any nightclothes in the bathroom with him. Maybe he already had them laid out?
Either way, Derrick's nightclothes were all-white as well, which made him look like-like a very frustrated, sleep deprived angel. His pale moon skin was illuminated by the orange-yellow glow of the torches on the walls in the dim lighting. If he had wings and a halo, he would look as if he had just descended from God's glorious mansion in the sky.
"What are you staring at?" Derrick grumbled after a couple seconds of Jake eyeing him. Derrick didn't wait for an answer. He shuffled over to his high-end bed and plopped down like he was exhausted.
Which he was.
Emotionally.
Jake didn't know this, but the werewolf had hit Derrick hard in the feels. It was like a freight train rammed right into his throat, filled with things he wanted to say, but couldn't seem to voice. It made him angry and frustrated, but it also made him wary. Jake was obviously not hating him. In fact, it seemed like the werewolf liked him even more as the day progressed. What would the beast be like tomorrow? Or the next day?
How many days could he put up with this?
"Hey, Derrick?" the prince heard Jake ask.
"What?" asked the aggravated prince in reply.
"I just-I just wanted you to know this- so you won't freak out when it happens- but Pickle says that each day we will get closer and closer," the prince's soulmate said.
"I know that already, "Derrick pointed out.
"No-I mean. Like- today. Today I felt when you were having a good emotion. Like-Like there was this tingling feeling in my stomach," Jake's voice sounded really sleepy, like he was about to fall asleep, but Derrick popped his head up with intrigue.
"What?" he breathed in disbelief, but when Jake didn't reply, Derrick assumed the werewolf was asleep. The prince crawled on his stomach to the side of the bed. Checking, he saw that he was right; his soulmate's eyes were closed and Jake slept soundly on the pillow he plowed into the ground.
Derrick sighed and snuggled into his covers, eyes wide open. Will that happen to him too?
What will happen next?
Derrick turned onto his back and lay, spreading his limbs out to the corners of the bed, taking it in.
The night before his twenty-first birthday, he was all alone. Grumpy and closed off.
The night of his twenty-first birthday, he had Nathan. Woke up with intense pain, feeling alone.
Now, he wasn't alone. He had a person- his soulmate- in his room, sleeping on the floor beside his bed. Listening to the werewolf's soft breaths, in and out. The same person who had hugged him earlier that day and who's wolf had laid on top of him.
What would it be like tomorrow night?
Derrick stressed and stressed until his eyes forced him to sleep, drifting off into dreams of back when he was a kid. When everything was perfect.
When everything was as it should be.
~{()}~
(AN: This is a mystery third person POV sorta~)
"Are you sure?" a guard hissed to a soldier quietly.
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be here," the soldier whispered back, "Do you think I want to be killed?"
"If you are absolutely sure...Okay. Fine. I will allow you to see her, but do not give your hopes up," the guard warned, "If she proves you wrong, finds you incredible, or is in the mood- she will not show mercy. You know that."
The soldier nodded and watched as the guard pushed the doors of the hidden hideout open.
The lair was hidden in the few swamps off the edge of the forest. The over hanging trees, dense vines, and ever-growing underbrush provided a perfect camouflaged canopy, shielding any eyes from the throne room inside.
The rough grass underfoot was not made up of mushy swamp mud, but was solid when walked on it. A thin strip of dead grass, like a red carpet, lead up to the mangled throne of tangled roots and barbs. Sitting on the throne was a grotesque creature, seemingly female, with her evil gaze trained on the nervous soldier approaching her.
"Who are you? And why have you dared come here? Why do you stand in my presence with such causality?" she asked, hissing and demanding.
The soldier dropped to her knees, trembling at the powerful figure.
"I-I have come bearing news, m'lady, " the soldier said, then looked into the female's eyes, "I-It's about the Alpha."
The creature narrowed her eyes in disgust, before harrumph-ing and looking away, "Continue."
"The Alpha- he's dead, " the soldier said.
The female tapped her fingers, as if thinking, before her thoughtful face slowly morphed into a pure evil smile, showing off wicked sharp teeth.
"I see what you say is true...What about his son?" she asked.
"Still clueless, m'lady. I believe he still has no idea that we exist," the soldier reported. The female hm-ed in a pleased manner and then gave her orders.
"Go inform our advisers this news; ask them what would be the smartest next move, " she demanded, "You are dismissed."
No 'thank you's or 'Good job's but the soldier didn't expect any. Not from her.
The female laughed lowly as the doors of the throne room shut and turned to face a small ball python, wrapped around the roots of her chair. She lifted it's small head with her finger, as if it was a lover.
"Soon, Filip," she reveled, "We won't have to hide in the night to catch our prey! We will live as rulers, leaders of a better world." She chuckled.
"And you and I? We'll be at the top of the food chain, dear friend. Killing off anyone who stands in our way. The Alpha. His pack. That-what do they call themselves? Oh, right. The Shifters. Even the humans and their puny attempts of surviving the cold. This will be one winter no one will survive."
"No one."
~{()}~
Derrick woke with pain everywhere. Again.
He moaned half-awake, getting up painfully, and walking over to a still-sleeping Jake. The werewolf whimpered in his sleep although, as if the pain was still affecting him during his slumber.
Derrick reluctantly reached down and placed a shaking hand on his soulmate's back. The tingly sparks ran up his arm, soothing the pain, but before Derrick could remove his hand, Jake reached around and grabbed his arm. With a yelp from the prince, the werewolf pulled Derrick to his make-shift bed subconsciously and wrapped a big, strong arm around the pale, panicking prince. Derrick tried to escape, but it seemed like Jake had a death grip on him.
Soon, the prince sighed, and gave up. Derrick growled in frustration. He debated on waking up Jake or not, considering his options.
Yeah, he was gonna do it.
Derrick looked at his soulmate's peaceful sleeping face and flicked the werewolf's nose. Derrick grumbled when he didn't wake up and knocked on Jake's head like a door. Still nothing. Derrick was running out of ideas. He didn't want to do anything rash. He couldn't get a bucket of water because he couldn't move. He was considering screaming when-
"Why are you trying to wake me up?" the werewolf mumbled, smirking slightly because he knew he was holding Derrick.
"Let me go," Derrick demanded, ignoring his soulmate's question.
"Why?" Jake yawned, snuggling his face into Derrick's neck. Derrick used his arms to push his head away.
"Because I need to get dressed and so do you, " Derrick huffed, using that excuse to get out of this situation. Jake sighed sadly, then slowly unwrapped his arms from the prince.
Derrick sighed in relief and jumped up, walking over to the same drawer as yesterday and grabbing his clothes and some he thought would fit Jake. Jake had just sat up when he got a face-full of clothing.
"Put those on, " Derrick said, ducking into the bathroom without another word.
Derrick put on a black tail coat, trying his best to be the best. He had no mirrors, so it wasn't like he could see how good- or awful-he looked.
But there were reasons he didn't look in mirrors. He didn't like to see his eyes, which were just like his mother's. He also knew that mirrors were bad news. Broken mirrors brought bad luck. Bloody Mary's brought demons. Seeing yourself only made you criticize everything you see.
Derrick brushed non-existent dirt off of his tailcoat and messed with the collar, almost ready to leave the bathroom.
Then his heart stopped as something emerged from the other side of the bathroom door.
A scream.
Jake's scream.
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