The moment before
1053 Words
(Greyson)
I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was going to explode from the tension building up inside me. How could he just leave like that? How could he think he could walk away from us without even trying to work through things? I wasn’t going to stand for it.
I turned and walked away, the heat of anger making everything around me suffocating. Each step felt heavier than the last, my fists clenching, my muscles tightening, my whole body trembling.
The thought of Christian leaving for college, as if that would be enough to escape us, ate away at me. He was distancing himself from everything—us included. It felt like I was losing him, like something I cared about most was slipping through my fingers.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm the frustration building inside me. I understood why he was doing this. He wanted space, he needed time to figure things out. But that didn’t make it any easier. He was leaving without even giving us a real chance. Without even trying.
It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t the only one struggling. Mason, Jaxon, and I—we were all in this together, trying to understand what this meant, how we fit into his world. But he kept pushing us away, convincing himself he could do it alone. And it was killing me.
I rounded the corner and saw Mason and Jaxon waiting. They knew. They could see the frustration, the panic, the fear of losing him in my eyes.
Mason raised his hands, his expression calm yet knowing. "Greyson, you need to settle down."
"Settle down?" I snapped, my voice filled with all the anger and hurt I felt. "He's messing with our feelings. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I don’t care what anyone else thinks." If it wasn’t for what Micah went through with Landon, I would’ve marked him by now.
But I didn’t want to force it. I didn’t want to make him feel trapped before he was ready.
I wanted him to come to us willingly, to see that we were meant to be together, not to run from us. And that was what pissed me off the most. "You’re just like Father. So much anger. Didn't we make plans already? He wants to leave, and we'll follow him. We just have to stay calm so he doesn’t bolt faster."
That was easy for him to say. It felt like we weren’t experiencing the same burning desire to have him. I’d kissed him, but that was all. I needed more, and he kept pushing me away as if he enjoyed it.
"He's torturing us. I don't care how you two feel about this," I said, the frustration raw in my voice. "But he knows what he's doing. He keeps acting like he’s not gay and all that, but why does he react like that every time I kiss him? Tell me."
Mason’s brow furrowed, trying to process my words. "Greyson, you're not wrong. We all feel it—the way he pulls back, the way he fights it. But there’s more to it than him just playing with us."
Jaxon stepped closer, his tone calm but serious. "I get it. We all do. He’s afraid of something. But we can’t force him to act how we want. It’s not just about us. It’s about him accepting this."
I threw my hands up, frustration spilling out. "That’s the point, Jaxon. He’s running, hiding from what we are. Every time we give him space, he pulls even further. If he really wanted to be with us, to be open to this, he wouldn’t keep acting like this."
"But he is confused," Mason said gently. "This isn’t about us—it’s about him. Every time he gets close to us, to what we want, he gets scared. He’s afraid of not just being with us, but of being seen by us. All of us. That’s a lot to carry."
I paced, the anger still boiling beneath my skin. "I can’t stand it. I can’t just watch him leave like he’s throwing this away because he doesn’t want to face it. He knows what’s between us. He feels it, even if he’s not ready to admit it. I've seen it—the way he reacts when I kiss him when I touch him. He can’t keep pretending this is all in his head."
“You’re not wrong, Greyson," Jaxon said, his voice quieter now. "But we can’t force him to accept it before he's ready. Do you think this is easy for him? He’s been fighting against his own feelings for so long. Every time we push, we make it harder. You can’t blame him for being afraid."
“I’m not blaming him for being afraid,” I snapped, my voice raw. “I’m blaming him for not trying to work through it with us. We’re supposed to be in this together. If he’s really going to walk away, if he’s really going to leave like this, then he’s going to regret it.”
“I’m done being soft with him. I’m done playing his games. Wolf or no wolf, he belongs to us. You two can keep tiptoeing around him all you want, but I’m not. If he’s going to leave, then I’ll make sure he regrets it.” My eyes burned with a fierce resolve. “I won’t follow the plan anymore.”
Our plan was to stay back while we followed him to college, watching from a distance. He needed space. But that wasn’t enough anymore. He was torturing us, and I wasn’t going to let it continue.
His days of running were over. If it's tough love that he needs, then I'll damn sure give it to him. He's not going to get away with this, with hurting us as if we didn't have feelings for him.
It's a good thing that we wouldn't die of rejection because we were immortal. After all, if not, then we would have slowly lost our wolves, and the darkness would start to take over since it felt like he was rejecting us.
But no more, no f*****g more. It was time for me to take the reign whether he liked it or not.
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