The Sight (bxb)

Chapter 5 - Small Town Boy

The worst thing about being a wolf was the feeling like you had more than two parents. If your mom said no, you just went to your father, but in the wolf universe, you needed your alpha's approval as well. And that was exactly what Evan needed right now.

"I'm going to alpha Lucas's," he shouted at the top of his lungs, so his parents could hear him. As a part of the plan, he was already standing by the open door, so they wouldn't try to stop him. The thing was – if he could get Lucas to say yes, his parents would totally agree too. At least, that's what he thought. After all, his parents wouldn't go against their alpha's wishes, or in this case, his consent.

"What?" He heard his mom's confused voice, but he was already closing the door behind him. She had the wolf hearing, she had to hear him. The fact that she didn't have time to understand what he said was another matter. Evan wasn't going to linger on unnecessary explanations.

He was ready. Maybe more physically than mentally, but he certainly wasn't going to let his shy nature get in his way.

The walk to the official packhouse wasn't long. In his wolf's form, it would last about 10 minutes, but since he didn't want to bring spare clothes, he decided just to go on foot. After all, it was nice outside, so why not.

Evan waved to some pack members he met on his way, passed the old lady's grocery shop (he still couldn't remember her name), and before he knew it, he was in front of the biggest house in the whole territory. An outsider would easily mistake it for a family home. At least according to the vibe it gave off. Otherwise, it was large enough to accommodate several families. In this case, the family of alpha, beta, and the other people who needed it at that moment.

The packhouse was located in the middle of Hills, which was part of the town where most of the wolves were living – Evan's family included. The house had two floors. Oak wood was used across the doors and walls, with the light brown hue of the wood adding warmth to the house, so it felt like home to forest creatures. The natural feeling was preserved inside as well. Inside, from slab stone flooring to rustic wooden furniture, natural materials created an organic feel. It was a house literally made for wolves in human forms. That was a part of the wolf world that even Evan couldn't dislike. Love for nature flowed through his veins and occupied almost as much of his body as the caffeine he was able to consume daily.

Most of the time, two wolves were guarding the house. Today was no different. Evan came to Maya, the smaller one of them, and nodded his head. She looked at him from head to toe and moved from the door, indicating that he could come in, so he did. He entered the house and immediately headed towards alpha's office. He knew he couldn't waste any time. Who knew if his mom wouldn't change her mind and burst through the same door he just entered.

Alpha's office used to be the busiest place in the neighbourhood. Normally there would be at least five people waiting in a small waiting room to meet him, but today he got lucky cause there was only one wolf except for him.

"Hey," Evan silently greeted him and sat down on a couch. The unknown boy looked in his direction, and his face changed to a frown. Evan had no idea what he had done that could have bothered the boy.

"Asshole," he murmured under his breath. Only then he realized that the boy definitely must heard him – wolf hearing and all. Sometimes Evan simply forgot that werewolves had better hearing, even though he was one himself. He didn't spend much time with the wolves except for Angie and his parents. But even with that realization, Evan wasn't going to apologize.

"I heard you, idiot," the boy said in a surly tone indicating his annoyance. With his head down, Evan didn't have to worry about the boy seeing him roll his eyes.

"I don't care, asshole." He shrugged without looking at him. From a side look, he saw how the boy's brows raised. He suppressed a chuckle. He wasn't always this brave when it came to talking to people, but right now, the adrenaline was pumping through him, and the poor boy was getting a taste of it.