His Soldier {Boy x Boy}

Chapter VII

I stared at him in.

"You know about diamond wolves?" I grasped my calm exterior, looking down at the necklace. It held power. I could tell.

"That's going to help you when you first turn. Some wolves are given that power, not born with the power. You see, you nearly died at the hospital during surgery, and we have the same blood type. I gave you my blood, and along with that, some of my Alpha powers, and of course, my diamond wolf blood. You don't seem that shocked, why is that?" He tilted his head curiously as he helped me put the necklace on.

"My dad was one. That much I know. I never met them, but I always knew my biological father was a diamond wolf. The woman who took care of me at the orphanage told me that a man came in, a diamond marking on his arm. That's all I know about myself, my parents. My father is a Diamond wolf and my mother was a normal wolf." I looked at my hands, then gazed up at Leon's red ones, flecks of brown giving them depth. "I inherited both their wolves, but when I was taken in to my old pack, I became too weak to turn into my diamond wolf. I know it's there, he is just dormant."

"That's how I found out. My father, a diamond and my mother, a normal wolf. One thing I have to tell you, you will be able to pick between your diamond or normal wolf. It may be difficult, but you will get the hang of it." He ruffled my hair and sat back down at the leather chair. "I would love it if you came here every afternoon. Oh, and before I forget, you will be meeting the pack." I bowed, though I was now fearing my life. I didn't want any problems with the pack. I actually feel loved for once in my life.

I stood up and tucked the cross under my shirt, quickly walking out and following my scent trail I had left.

I was at the entrance, and with my newly found link, I called out to Marcos.

'Marcos, dad? Where are you?'

'Living room. Where are you, pup?'

'Entrance.'

'Oh, then we'll be over in a bit.'

The link was severed and I stood at the large arched entrance. I peeked out of the window and then gazed into the yard full of wolves, running, playing, talking, training, wrestling.

"Hey, pup." I almost jumped at the sound of Marcos' voice, looking behind him to see Hollie. I smiled a little and hugged them both, tugging on their shirt's.

"Can we go home?" I asked in a muffled voice.

"Of course, Ethan." Hollie said, tugging me and Marcos to the car.

~*~

As soon as Hollie opened the door, I rushed to find my satchel, finding it and sighing in relief. I took it to them and looked up at them.

"Couch, I'm guessing?" I was about to head over to my 'room', but was tugged back to Hollie's frame.

"No. While you were in the hospital, we prepared one of the three guest rooms." She led me to a room on the first floor, opening a nice looking room.

(Look at the picture for the description.)

"I...." I was speechless, turning around and looking into their proud gazes. I didn't hesitate to hug the both of them, refusing to let the load of tears to spill over.

It was my first, actual room, with a bed and new covers.

The emotions were to much as I began to cry silently, thanking them over and over again.

Marcos then suddenly stiffened, making me look up at him.

"Pup, you know I'm a Beta, correct?" I looked at him, happy but confused.

"Yes, I know." I let go of Hollie and stood before them, thinking that maybe now he would say that I belong in the basement instead.

"I interrogate trespassing rogues." He continued, his eyes full of fear yet anger, but anger not directed to me, to us. The anger was directed to something or someone I didn't know.

Hollie looked at him with the same look I had.

"Marc, what are you talking about?" She sided with me, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Marcus looked at us, gulping.

"My point is, I know what that reaction means. You never had a bed, have you?" Hollie stiffened, as did I, and before she could say anything, I nodded.

"At the old pack, I would be given a cot in the cold basement and an old blanket." I responded truthfully. I turned away from them and stared out the window.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Hollie calming a fuming Marcos down, then watched as he walked up behind me and hugged me, lifting me off the ground.

"I'm sorry pup, I couldn't be the-" I pushed away from him, my eyes wide with slight anger.

"I don't want your sympathy. I don't like to live in the past." My voice was a bit on edge, narrowing my gaze a fraction.

I guess that's the Alpha blood talking.

"Pup? I'm sorry...." Marcos looked at me before shaking his head.

"Hey, what is that?" Hollie was quick to change the subject as she pointed to the satchel I held.

"Well," I lied it down on the bed, taking out my art work and removing the small piece of paper that held Mr. Fischer, aka, Mr. Stell's address. I still had to keep my promise, no?

I handed them my sketch book, watching their expressions as they opened it.

"What is this?" Marcos and Hollie began to flip through the pages, their eyes wide in shock.

"My drawings. I'm actually drawing some pages for a certain author." I stated proudly, grabbing the sketch book for Mr. Stell and looking at Marcos. "Is there a copier here?" I held the sketches close to my chest, looking up at the still shocked couple.

"Yeah, there is one in my office. Why?" I smiled softly as I shifted from foot to foot.

"I like to keep the original drawings and send off a copy." With a slight sigh, I began to follow Marcos and Hollie out to the office.

Marcos took my sketches, and after telling him which ones too copy, he did so and had handed me the copies.

Out of my satchel, which hung at my side, I took out envelopes, already having the address with no return address, and some stamps. Ignoring the stares of my new family, I had put the sketches within, sealing it and looking at dad, expecting him to take it to the mailbox.

And that, was the start of my new life.