Beowulf (BoyxBoy, Werewolf)(Book 1) COMPLETED

Chapter 16

**Ridge**

I wish I could have at least gone on one last run with James before he left. I have no idea where he is going, all he knows himself is that he is heading south. It's almost been a week since he left and I haven't gotten a single word back from him. I know if he finds something out he will contact me, but he hasn't yet.

I shake my head as I push myself faster through the trees. My wolf has been on edge since we met Beowulf, he wants me to mark him but I keep refusing him, which in turn is pissing him off. He is more aggressive, every time we see a mated couple he reminds me that that could be us but I am postponing it. It's not like I enjoy being by Beowulf as he is a constant temptation to me. I am just waiting for him to be more comfortable with me. I know he would definitely not accept me right now if I was to spring me being a werewolf and him being my mate on him. It would totally freak him out.

But when will Beowulf be more comfortable with me? When will he actually consider me as a friend? I am actually surprised he told me about Braider and their relationship, but I'm glad he did. I'm also glad he confessed about Braider throwing a knife at him, the bastard. Somehow it makes me feel like he is getting more comfortable with me though. I want him comfortable with me. I want him to consider me as a friend. I can't very well go out and tell him he is destined to be with me as my mate and that I'm a werewolf. No, that would totally freak him out.

I am panting hard as I come to stop behind the pack house. I quickly shift and pull my pants back up. I don't even bother with my boxers or shirt so I just scoop them up and take them into the house with me. It's already ten in the morning but practically no one is in the house right now, it is Saturday after all, other people have lives.

I take a quick shower in my bathroom before going to my closet to look for something to wear. Without James here I am stumped on what to do. Usually on Saturdays we would either race in the woods or go for a car race, then we would hang out someplace in the woods talking or just hanging out in the pack house. Now I have no idea what to do. Sure, I have other friends, but I'm sure they are all busy with plans already.

I sigh after pulling on some random clothes and flop down on my bed with the TV remote in hand. I'm not interested with what's on the TV but really, what other option do I have? I really want to hang out with Beowulf but I don't think I can just call him. What if he doesn't like me calling him? What if he thinks me calling him is weird? I consider him a friend, but does he consider me a friend? No, it would be weird if I called him.

I growl as I flip through the boring channels. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. What the hell? Today is sure to be a boring ass day. Maybe I should work out. Yeah, I'll work out.

I have my hand on the doorknob just as my phone starts to ring on my desk. I am quick to run across my room and pick it up, I don't even check the caller ID from my excitement of someone to talk to.

"Hello?" I ask into the speaker.

"Hey, Newbie?" My heart skips a beat from his voice. I pull the phone away from my ear to check if it really is him. Yep, my screen says Beowulf.

"Beowulf?" I ask confused after I put the phone back to my ear.

"Yeah," He says. What a pleasant surprise. I like hearing his voice in the morning. Actually, Beowulf is the first voice I have heard today, if you don't count the TV.

"Hey, man, what's up?" I ask. Okay, Ridge, act cool.

"Nothing really. Braider is pissing me off." That makes me glare at my wall. I want to kill Braider myself for harming my mate. "But I didn't call to complain about that asshole."