𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐈𝐈 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

That night

Tw mention of SA and murder

[ Narrator ]

Max sat in bed, staring blankly at the wall. His mind was taunting him. Unforgivingly reminding him of the person he was before he joined the pack.

Reminding him of the person his stepdad turned him into. The reason he was leader. He's not a leader. He's a killer. He killed his stepfather in cold blood.

Not cold blood. No, he had a reason.

He had a reason. It was a valid reason. His step dad shouldn't have touched him. He shouldn't have said those things.

He shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have done that.

Max got up, leaving Y/n alone in the bed. How can he be a good father if he can't forget what his stepdad did? He opened the door and left the room.

The twins stirred at the click of the door as it closed. Max's feet were quiet on the cold floors. He didn't have a place in mind to go.

He just walked down the stairs and out the house.

Is he a killer?

Could he kill someone again?

He remembers the feeling of it. The warmth of his blood on his hands and on his face. The sounds... The way he grabbed Y/n's mouth so she wouldn't scream.

He remembered when he found the pack and the recognized him from the news. The way everyone tiptoed around the boy who killed his stepdad.

Because the news casters didn't say that 40-something year old piece of shit liked to dick down teenage boys. They didn't know about how his stepfather grabbed his mouth to keep him from screaming.

They didn't know the half of it.

They knew Max was a killer. He got up in the night and decided to smash his stepfathers skull in with the first thing he could grab.

Max stopped and looked around. His feet burned in the snow. His fingers were freezing and numb. He looked down at the snow.

"I'm not a murderer." He whispered to himself.

Y/n walked through the halls looking for Max. A chilled breeze went down her dress, making her turn. The front door was open.

Y/n slipped on some shoes before heading outside. She shut the door carefully as she stepped into the snow. Max's footprints were still fresh on the ground.

Y/n followed them slowly, careful of her surroundings.

"I'M NOT A MURDERER! I'M NOT A MURDERER! I'M NOT A MURDER!" Y/n looked started running towards his voice.

"Max!"

She saw him on the ground hitting the snow.

"I'M NOT! I'M NOT A MURDERER!"

Y/n dropped to her knees next to him. "Max! Max." She reached over to grab his face. He looked over at her and dropped his arms to his side.