Damn it feels like a hot day in hell and being a werewolf that is basically my own furnace isn't helping at the moment. I’ve just finished running ten laps to ease my wolf Jeremiah. He isn't too happy with me at the moment. Hell, I'm not even happy with myself. Thankfully this run seemed to calm Jeremiah down a bit, but I know it wouldn't last very long. All it will take is for us to walk back into the building for him to not scent our mate. I can't even blame him. It’s been three days. I waited to see if he would've came to school yesterday since his bestfriend was there but he was still a no show. I was even tempted to ask Jasmine where he was but Mitchell and Sara would stop me everytime. They were right, I never spoke to Jasmine before and I’m pretty sure she wouldn't have told me anyway. She has no reason to. Sean always runs away from me while dragging her along. I feel the sweat running down my back that has already soaked through my t-shirt but the worst part is the soles of my sneakers are starting to stick to the track. 

“Hey Jax!” I look over my shoulder to see my coach and sparring partner, Mr. Taylor. “What’s up coach?” I turn fully around to face him. He is taller than I am by a few inches plus he is also wider than me which makes him my strongest challenger whenever we train together. “Your dad called and said for you to head home right now.” Just as he finished his sentence dad's voice came into my head. “Jax, I need you to make your way home right now there is something we have to discuss.” The tone of his voice and the fact he called the school leads me to believe that something bad has happened. “Alright pop I'm leaving now. I should be home in twenty. What’s going on?” He cut the link after that, not even answering my question.

I grab all my things while thanking Coach Taylor for the message and make a mad dash for my locker to get my keys and book bag. I don't even bother changing back into the clothes I wore to school. With the way dad was acting, making him wait longer than he expected wouldn’t end well for me. It would be even worse if I was in trouble or someone made a complaint against me. Racking my brain as I start my car and roll the windows down to cool the car down a bit, thanking the Goddess that it’s still cooperating with me today. I can't think of anything that I did that would warrant the type of anger I heard in dad's voice. Not even bothering to turn on the radio I let my thoughts run wild. 

Pulling into our driveway with three minutes to spare, I sent a quick text to Mitchell and Sara through our group chat.

Me:~~ Hey guys just a heads up I had to go 

home and I don't think I’ll be back for the rest of the day. 

I shoved my phone into my pocket not really expecting a response since unlike me they had class. Finally, making my way into the house, “Pop, Ma, I’m home.” I called out as I made my way towards the stairs to drop my things off in my room and hopefully get a quick shower before going to find my parents. Getting no response I take it as an opportunity to go and get cleaned up. Running up the stairs just as I am about to hit the landing I almost crash into my mom. “Whoa!! Slow down my dear gentle giant.” She says a bit distracted. “Sorry Ma, I was trying to get a quick shower before going to see pop.” I give a kiss on the cheek as she nods her head and pats my arm, “Okay sweetheart, don't take too long.

We will wait for you in your dad’s office.” Without much else she continues on her way. Scratching the back of my head as I make my way to my room. Mom is acting kind of weird today. If it were any other day and she caught me running up the stairs I would usually get an earful. Shaking off the bad feeling that was creeping up on me, I didn't waste anymore time and hightailed it to my bathroom. Five minutes later I’m in my room with a towel around my waist looking through my closet. Not really knowing how I should dress, I go for my regular clothes, a pair of jeans and a black button down to be safe. Even trying to rush it took me ten minutes to get dressed, and make my way out of my room and back down the hall to go downstairs.

Dad’s office is on the first floor of the house. To this day I wonder why we even live in this big house. There are only four of us, my parents, my little brother Bryce and me. We have eight rooms and six and a half bathrooms in the main house. Also there are four rooms and 2 and a half bathrooms in the guest house that's five minute away from here. My parents even had a kitchenette in their room and forget about their closet space. Let’s just say that I’ve won a few games of hide and seek hiding in there. Thinking about it now, all of the extra helps when our family descends on us for the holidays. A few years after Bryce was born dad decided that we needed a pool and jacuzzi.

His reason being it would be good to have for our birthdays or barbecues that we have at the house. I thought mom would have talked him out of it but she agreed right away. Even Though we live in upstate New York because of our wolves' natural heat, the cold doesn’t really bother us as much in the winter. But to me the best part of the entire house was mom’s garden. She has a vegetable and a flower garden and I love helping her tend to both. Mom would take those times to catch up on everything going on in my life. No matter if she already knew what I was going to tell her, she always listened without judgement and gave me her honest opinion. Stopping outside of dad's office, the first thing I see is mom pacing the length of the room behind dad who is on the phone. Trying to assess how bad the situation is I observe my parents. My dad always tells me I need to learn to read people.

What better time to practice than the present since neither of them has caught a whiff of me yet. The first person I train my eyes on is mom, the bun she had in her hair when I ran into her earlier is now a lopsided mess. I can't see her crystal blue eyes to know if she is upset or worried about whatever is happening. She keeps twisting her hands but will stop every time she gets behind dad to rub his shoulders for a few seconds before she resumes pacing. Not getting anywhere with mom I look at dad only to meet his stormy grey eyes. He points to the chair in front of his desk and gives me the ‘give me a second’ finger. I make my way to the chair while keeping my eyes on him. He raises his brow at me and turns to face something on his computer screen. His short sandy blonde hair looks no better than moms, it’s sticking in every direction like he has been pulling on it.

“Why wasn’t I informed of this sooner?” That’s when I realize dad is pissed, “I understand that but when it comes to things like this I should still be informed.” He pauses to listen to whomever he is talking to and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly through his mouth.. Now mom has stopped pacing and is standing behind dad massaging his shoulders trying to calm him down. All of her efforts were thrown out of the window when whatever the person dad was talking to said something that pissed him off even more, to the point where I can tell that his wolf King is right beneath the surface. May the Goddess bless whoever pissed this man off. His wolf is very unforgiving and very protective of his family which includes the pack as a whole.

“So what you are saying is a non pack member was left to roam our lands freely. Is that correct?” This time I can feel the angry waves coming from him and they make me fidget a bit. It’s starting to get really stuffy in here. “If the men on the border would have notified me we probably could’ve avoided this whole shit show.” It is starting to slowly come together but the most I’ve got so far is that someone was let on to pack territory without them being properly vetted. Hell if I was in my dad's position I would have probably been even more uset. The purpose of having a visitor vetted is to make sure that person is not a danger to the pack. Now not only was there an outsider they didn’t have a clue where the person was at the moment.

Or so I thought until dad asked his next question, “How did she get in this time?” I can hear the low rumble in his voice as he asked the question and it got louder with the answer he received. Obviously I am very happy at this moment that I was not the one breaking all of this bad news to him but his anger is not misplaced. Whoever was at the border at the time better start begging for mercy now. As the other person kept talking dad visibly got angrier and angrier, now King is fighting to take control but I can tell dad is trying to keep him at bay. One moment I’m getting ready to hold dad down in case he fully shifts but then a very light and sweet scent filled the room. Taking a deep breath, dad instantly calms down. Mom is releasing her calming pheromones while rubbing slightly against dad. It smells like rain and chocolate, two of my favorite things because they remind me of mom. 

“I will be there in ten minutes. Remind Dr. Jewell that I would like to meet with him please.” Finally dad ends the call by slamming the receiver into its hold but my mind basically stopped functioning after I heard the mention of Dr. Jewell. What does dad want to talk to Sean’s dad about? Does this have to do with Sean being absent for the past few days? I was so lost in trying to find the answers to my question, that I didn’t realize that my parents had addressed me. “Jax sweetheart? HEY!!” The loud slap on the table gets my attention, effectively cutting off my thought process. “Sorry I was lost in thought.” Mom nods but dad just continues to stare me down. Did I misspeak earlier when I said I was happy his anger wasn’t directed at me. It is very noticeable that King is still very much present, because dads’ usual stormy grey eyes are so dark they almost look black. He clears his throat and shifts slightly in his chair to me since he was sitting at an angle to face his computer. “There is something I want to ask you and I want a straight answer. Got it?”

I feel all the blood leave my face as I nod my head. I already ran through all of the things that I could have done and I couldn’t think of anything. “Your mom and I got some news today. Depending on your response to my question, we will proceed from there.” Jeremiah is now pacing, waiting to see what is to come next. When I didn’t say anything he continued, “Two years ago you came to me and told me that Sean Jewell was your mate. Did you not?” Why is he asking me this? “Yes, I did.” Both my Jeremiah and I get a very bad feeling that has my stomach turning. “So would you like to explain to me, why is it that Sean doesn’t like being around you? It has been two years and you still made no progress to even get him to warm up to you. What did you do to that boy?” Crap, I knew he was going to hear about it sooner or later or I would have ended up going to him for help in the situation. I know I messed up where Sean is involved and I may be too late to fix it. Dad gave me this look that had my chest tightening up. I didn’t like it. “Look I didn’t bully him okay, neither physically, verbally or mentally I think for the mentally part.”

Both of my parents' faces darken with rage, so before I got killed in the very chair I sat in I quickly added. “Okay when they first moved here and Sean, Dr. Jewell and Brenda came to the house for dinner. When you sent us to play I was nice and we played together but I made it very clear that I didn’t need or want any new friends. I just kept talking about how no one will ever be able to take the spots of Mitchell and Sara. I know I messed up with him, especially when he runs away from me. Jeremiah won’t shut up about it.” None of them say anything and I know without looking at them that they are very disappointed in me. I can’t blame anyone else but myself. I have to fix this and I need to do it fast.

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