His Kitten

04

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    Emerson sighed heavily as he stalked to the pack house. Alpha Jameson- soon to be retired- was going to give him the talk. Not the talk about how puppies are made, not the talk about if you want to 'make love wear a glove'. And no, not the talk that it's okay to like to wear girl clothing. This talk is different. This talk is about what happens when you become Alpha.

Emerson hated lectures, but he knew he would have to prepare himself for this one. "With great power comes great responsibility,"

"Hey man! How ya doing, cousin?" Wyatt, Emerson's 'cousin' asked, his lips smacking as he chewed noisily on a wad of bubblegum.

"Fine. Have to check in with your dad, he's going to give me the big speech," Emerson rolled his eyes.

"Coolio. I'm more than happy to be Beta instead of Alpha. Less stuff resting on my shoulders, I guess," Wyatt shrugged, still obnoxiously chomping on his piece of gum.

"Lower status, less chicks, right?" Emerson added.

"Less c*cks too..." Wyatt muttered beneath his breath, making Emerson freeze in shock.

"Woah, man. Didn't know you swung that way," Emerson said, truthfully believing Wyatt was all for girls.

Wyatt burst into a fit of laughter, clutching his chest. He sounded like a crazed hyena. Emerson was completely freaked out.

"I-I'm sorry- but that's hilarious! Me? Gäy? I don't think so! I was talking about you, Mr. Pansexual!" Wyatt giggled.

"Well, while you suck your own d*ck, I'll go get somebody else to suck mine. And you know half the pack would be on their knees to,boy or girl," Emerson laughed as Wyatt stared at him completely shocked.

Emerson approached the large doors of the pack house as Wyatt scampered off, going to who knows where. Emerson pushed himself inside the pack house, heading for the parlor.

"Alpha? Alpha Jameson?" Emerson called out, as he could hear the low crackle of the flame coming from the study.

     A quiet murmur of voices came from inside and Emerson pressed his ear up against the wood of the door as the murmuring formed words.

     "-won't stop until they find him!" Someone whispered, most likely Kyle, current Beta of the pack.

     "If there were those things in our pack, I sure the h*ll would know! Nobody even owns a cat around here!" Alpha Jameson fumed.

    "What about Emerson? Doesn't he have that one big cat that has been alive for a lot longer than it should? What if that was one? I've also seen a few stray kittens around town," Beta Kyle countered back.

     Emerson leaned closer against the cold wood, eager to hear more about what they were saying. His footstep made a loud, eerie creaking noise as the floorboards groaned.

      "Someone's at the door!" Alpha Jameson whispered frantically.

     Emerson crouched down, quickly sneaking into a closet as the two pack leaders opened the door to see if anyone was there. Emerson peaked out through the crack of the closet door, praying his scent wouldn't give him away.

     As Alpha Jameson and Beta Kyle slowly retreated back into their office, a million thoughts swam through Emerson's head.

     What were they talking about?

What happened to having been called to get lectured by Alpha Jameson?

What did this have to do with Cain?

Why were werecats involved in this mess of a problem?

Why did Emerson have the feeling that something big was about to go down?

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Breathing heavily, Emerson collapsed on the couch. He had sprinted home, desperate to escape from the pack house.

Wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, Emerson relaxed his tense muscles a bit. He needed to figure out exactly what Alpha Jameson and Beta Kyle were talking about.

As Emerson tried to sort his thoughts and connect the dots, a soft meow came from the doorway. Emerson's head shot up to see Cain, a bound leather book in his maw.

"What's that in your mouth, Cain? Come here, kitty kitty," Emerson patted his lap and Cain trotted over, leaping onto Emerson's legs.

Cain dropped the book beside him, Emerson catching it. He sniffed it and froze. It smelled like the woods and cologne. Like Charles.

Emerson unstrapped the book and studied the scrawled ink across the pages. It was a diary. A diary of a dead man that Emerson had loved. His father.

Emerson soaked up the words like a sponge, reading relentlessly, turning page after page until he almost cried. He continued to flip through it, tears pricking at his eyes as he saw the entries stop on the date June 22nd. The day before Charles was kidnapped and tortured.

    Emerson slammed the book shut, throwing it across the room. Sobs racked his body. He clutched onto Cain, as if he was the only thing gravitating Emerson to this world.

$$ Hello again! I'm so sorry for the slow update. I kinda had a bit of writers block, but thank you guys for all the love and support! Hope you enjoyed it!$$