Do You Or Do You Not Want Me, Mate.
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Chapter Eight
Picture on the side is Philip (Model Peter Kraus)
Sean ran as fast as his sturdy legs could carry him.
He ran, and ran non-stop, his prime objective forgotten as he pushed his body to the limits for he knew he needed to hurry the hell up for time was not in his favor.
It was a good thing that the 24 hours was almost up for he could feel his strength coming back in gradual increments. The scent disintegration pill was waning and in a few hours tops, he could blur like the wind and chomped the distance from where he was in to homeward bound.
He couldn't care less if he was setting himself up for danger. That was the least of his damn problems as of the moment.
At the back of his mind, Sean wanted to believe that Travis was lying, that his father wasn't dying but death wasn't something to be messed with. Only a fool would joke about someone on the brink of being six feet below the ground and Travis wasn't one. From his grave tone, he spoke the utter truth and that had Sean choking on his own spit, not able to believe what he had heard from his future alpha.
'Hold on, pops. Just hold on. I'm almost there,' he thought with extreme determination, as he sprinted hard and fast.
For hours upon hours, he had sprinted as fast as his current strength could offer him and by the time that the disintegration pill had left his system, all his strength went back a hundred percent and pumped up his speed even more, almost making him hazy looking when seen in human eyes.
At that rate, he had passed three towns over, chased down by patrol wolves on those territories, but with his speed and fucking hell he was in human form, he was too darn fast to be caught. To be honest, it had shocked him. Wolves were fast, but not that fast. For months, he had discovered things about himself that he didn't know he was capable of.
But who was he to complain at this moment, considering a family member is dying from being poisoned. Whoever screwed his father up was going to pay a thousand deaths and he was going to make sure to take his sweet time in torturing the son of a b!tch.
He wasn't a violent person but when it came to people he loved so dearly, without a doubt, he would go to extreme lengths all in the name of justice, served in a silver platter.
Hours had passed of non-stop running - probably two days of total running, and finally the Crimson Moon border was within sight. The worry Sean had felt for his father intensified immensely. He knew he was tired; he could feel it in his bones but he needed to get to his father as soon as he can.
"I'm almost there," he muttered as he crossed the border and sent a telepathic message to the patrol wolves to let him pass.
The patrol wolves, however, were growing suspicious with Sean's in and out appearances on the pack's border for the past year. None of them dared questioned him for he was the son of the Beta and it would be rude otherwise but their pledge of loyalty was to the Alpha Trenton. This was the last straw and they decided to inform the Alpha later on for their daily reports.
When sh!t hits the ceiling, they would pass it as doing their duties as defense wolves.That much, they knew, would cover their asses.
As Sean ploughed on in great speed, he saw that familiar white Victorian house he called home. He sprinted forth like a hurricane on red bull to the front door and wrenched it open with a loud bang, almost ripping off its hinges.
"Travis!" he boomed out, his eyes roving around the premises. "I'm back! Where are you?" He was breathing raggedly, his emotions were in tumultuous disarray as he thought about his father.
'In your father's room,' Travis responded through the mind link.
Without so much of a blink, he blurred his way to his father's room. He didn't bother to knock; what would be the point and the moment he flung the door open and entered the room, his eyes landed on his frail looking father in his bed.
"Christ," Sean breathed, not believing that this man he called his father had reduced to someone who looked so weak and helpless.
From his death bed, Nathaniel opened his eyes and saw his beloved son, Sean, looking distraught.
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