(MxM) Tales Of A Shifter (P1) - The Meeting

Chapter 43 - Moving Forwards

Ezekiel almost opened his mouth to deny what she was saying, but honestly who was he even lying to anymore. Himself?

Ezekiel sighed as he reached out and pulled the food tray closer; turned and leaned his side into the counter.

"Look." He hissed at her. "It's really not a big deal alright? I just want to help him. That's it. There's nothing more to it. "Ezekiel told her.

Besides, being attracted to a virtual stranger is already more then I want to deal with.

He thought privately.

His mother laughed softly at his defeated tone and pushed of the edge of the table. She walked up to him and putting her hands on his chest she sighed.

"Don't worry, Ezekiel." she told him softly as though she was sharing a secret. "I get it. I mean the mortal is quite handsome. Isn't he? Breathtaking if I had to define him."

"Exactly...." Ezekiel replied before he could stop, cringed and put a hand over his eyes in mortification. "Nope. Don't say anything else. We are not talking about this anymore." he grumbled at her.

Glen smiled, raised up on her tippy toes, which she had to do to place a kiss to his cheek. "Ok Ill drop it, but he seems to accept you more than the rest of us....I think." She said walking away from him. She walked a few feet across the room to turn the knobs on the dishwasher. The sound of spraying water soon filled her part of the kitchen " After all if you hadn't got him talking he would have never agreed to let me heal him and show me all of his scars. I mean it's terrible what they did to him isn't it?"

It was Ezekiels turn to tilt his head at her in confusion, sharp emotion hitting him in the back at her words. "Scars? What scars?"

Glen's head whipped his way and the smile that had been there died a swift death.

"Oh..." she said almost sadly her eyes connecting with his. "You didn't know did you?"

"Know what?" Ezekiel asked back trying to discern the look on her face. She looked shocked and scared all at once.

"About the scars....I though he showed them too you earlier and that's why you insisted on making your father be lenient..." His mother began, but the more that she looked into his blank eyes the more she began to realize that Ezekiel had no idea what she was talking about. "So...." Glen breathed putting a hand to her chin. "Are you telling me that you didn't know about what happened to him at all and you still helped me convince your father to let him stay...thats a surprise."

Ezekiel shook his head taking his weight off the counter so he could stand to his full height. "Who cares about that now? What are you talking about? What happened to him?" he growled becoming exasperated and needing to know the answer more then he wanted to admit.

His mother swiped a hand through her hair. "Well I guees it will come out soon enough. The mortal...someone's been hurting him." she explained. She pulled her right hand down from her hair and wrung it before her with her left. "I don't know much. I just...I saw it when I was putting in his stitches Ezekiel. He has scars all over his back and legs, maybe more on his body. It was so bad. I couldn't really get a clear grasp of the magnitude of the scaring, but it was deep, old and wide spread."

Ezekiel felt his fangs gnash as his inner beast snarled in anger. He looked away then back at her. "Did he tell you what happened to him?" he hissed slightly. Then realizing that is eyes and teeth were itching he tried to calm down, his inner leopard could sense his unease. His rage. Ezekiel tried to tune his emotions down. He wanted to shake it away, but there it was. Anger....for the mortal. The more that he learned about the stranger the more uncomfortable he became. What was it that allowed this stranger to worm into Ezekiels emotions when Ezekiel almost preferred to be indifferent. It was like he had no other choice, but to care.