Where Broken Hearts Come to Rest

Chapter 2: Trouble Comes Knocking (revised)

Authors Note: I literally passed all my classes! And my microeconomics class! God, I'm ECSTATIC right now! Like, KISS MY WHITE ASS MICROECONOMICS!!! Anyway, half of this is edited. So if you see mistakes past the 2 minutes mark then that's why. Also, I've decided to delete the chapters as I revise them. So by the time, this is up both the old chap 1 and 2 will be gone. Above is a pic of Serf. My image editor is being a pain so I couldn't edit the eyes green. Your gonna have to imagine that part.

The photo does not belong to me. Go here https://www.boredpanda.com/wild-coyote-playing-dog-toy-pamela-underhill-karaz/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic to find it.

But I hope you enjoy the chapter guys and have a great Christmas. I want to have the third chapter up by then but I know myself so...I'm saying it early lol.

Eventually, I ran out of tears to shed as I sat in that small corner, blankly watching people shuffle out of the packhouse. Not a single backward glance was thrown in my direction. A bitter smile made my way to my lips at my little observation before I scowled. Of course, they wouldn't look my way. I was just the useless the omega that brought more trouble than I'm worth. What was the point in pointing out all of this to myself? To make myself more cynical and jaded than I already was? To feed the demons in my head?

Why do I keep doing this?

Sighing I placed the palms of my hands to my eyes as I felt that familiar burning sting behind my eyes. Good lord, I hated crying...what good would it do me? It's not like crying ever got me anywhere. Well, what I got wasn't comfort. A dark laugh slipped past my lips as I felt a phantom pain in my right cheek. And I had things to do today as well. Because Serf broke my chairs and shredded my clothes so I had to go out and buy a couple of chairs and a few sets of clothes...

But damn, I was so tired. I just wanted to lay on the floor and close my eyes. Then the burning in my eyes would disappear along with the feeling of being worn out. However, I don't know how the alpha would feel if he came across a lump of shit sleeping on his sparkling floors. And Serf wouldn't be able to magically turn into a person and go shopping for me...as much as I wished he could. He'd probably be ganged up on, human or not. Serf's warm and happy green eyes filled my mind's eye.

That's right, Serf waiting for me...

The remnants of that vile feeling from an hour ago lessened just a bit and I smiled a little. I also still have to make breakfast. Serfs probably starving, not to mention so am I. And sitting here in this corner feeling like shit and beating myself up isn't going to help me accomplish that. Hefting my tired body off the floor, I walked out of the packhouse and stepped onto the path toward my house after a 5-minute walk through town, ignoring the heaviness lingering in my chest.

As I walked further on I started a list in my head. Maybe I should make Belgium waffles? They sounded so good right about now...no that wasn't a good idea. Serf would steal all of them. Or, I thought to myself, he could go hunt for his own. He does it when I'm not around. It's probably because he knows he can mooch off me. I should stop giving him human food. Once again, I jumped over the familiar log laying in the middle of the path as the light got dimmer.

Was human food even good for coyotes? I mean, I could eat it in my wolf form and not get sick but Serf and I weren't the same species...maybe I should nab a book from the library? However, Serf never got sick from eating them before...yeah, I should nab a book from the library. I'd rather not unintentionally kill my best buddy.

Unconsciously I entered the clearing and walked up to my house. But then what should I make? The only food that Serf won't steal from me is eggs or anything that tastes like eggs...I think. Yeah, let's just go with bacon and eggs. That should be fine. He sure as hell won't get my bacon this time. I already spoil him too much as it is. I opened my door, shut it behind me, and turned around to meet Serfs expecting brown eyes.