My Region

Prolouge~"Cold"

"I'm freezing." Christian whispered, the cold snow stinging his cheeks almost as much as that sharp sting in the back of his skull. His Mother had finally lost it, first the death of his father now the revelation that her both her sons were gay, to a highly religious woman like her...it broke her mental capabilities. So now there they were, in the freezing cold, Masons warm gold eyes piercing the snow, but Christian didn't know what he was thinking. "Where are we going?" Christian asked his eyes starting to water. He was barely holding back tears. Masons voice was still a surprise to Christian, it was so deep and husky when just a few days ago he was still his high pitched self. "I don't know, but I do know we need to get out of this cold." Christian wished his father hadn't gotten Lung Cancer, he wished he wasn't so cold, and he wished his mother had kicked him out into this hell. Abadonment felt like someone had taken a blade and put it into his stomach, twisting it, and pulling it out only to vanish into the night. Christians tears started to flow freely now, and Masons face twisted with sympathy and anger. For a second Mason thought about charging back in there with-No. He needed to find safety for Christian.
"I know a place", Mason said very suddenly as Christian was wiping his face off. "Where?"
"We are gonna go see Lucas, and the wolf pack"

~1 hour later~

"S-So is th-this the p-p-place?" Christian asked with teeth chattering as they finally waddled up to the door of a big, empty, abandoned, but obviously taken very good care of hotel. "Y-Yep" Mason managed to choke out before banging on the door with his right hand. "Please, we need help. C-C-Can you let us in?" Immediately the door swung open, rattling on the loose hinges, then slowing down with a creak. A Latino man with average build, stepped out, a huge jagged scar running down his forehead, through his eyes, and flirting with his lips. "Come on, Usted no quiere obtener congelación, ¿verdad?" (You don't want to get frostbite, do you?) "Gracias mi amigo. Nos habríamos congelado sin ti. ¿Puedes dirigirnos a Lucas?" (Thank you my friend. We would've froze out there without you. Can you direct me to Lucas?) Immediately the mans eyebrows shot up, he didn't expect Mason to reply in his own tongue. "You know Spanish?" He asked incredulously. "Took it in 10th grade, and I'm a fast learner." He said as he brushed past him into the hotel. "Now where is Lucas?"