No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 57: The Encounter That Brought Us Toghether

On the weekends and the days off, Howie spends them taking care of his routine with his father. But since El arrived at their house, certain habits have changed, and little by little, he has made a place for himself in their lives and everything they do; they do it together as if it has always been so.

Besides, Howie doesn’t need his father to wake him up every morning, which El does. They must remind him every morning of what’s planned for the day, even if he already knows.

And if he wants to participate in the morning jog, not to mention the calamities, Marc has to go through to wake him up. He always needs two to three extra minutes of sleep.

Each time Marc leaves it to him without problems, the result is that when he is ready, the sun is already very high in the sky, which irritates someone who likes to jog at dawn under a restful sun.

Since Marc has never had the luxury of repeating his instructions morning and night like hell with Howie, he feels good that there is at least someone here who is behaving haphazardly and does not care about anything but his beautiful little ass.

El snaps them out of their routine of sticking a bullet in their head out of boredom, although Marc has never been bored with Howie. If the latter executes the orders and respects his rules like a soldier instead of acting like a child, this does not mean that he is docile and wise. That’s not his type at all.

This Saturday morning, the sun was already high in the sky when they went out to do their trick. Marc let them go alone because he had other fish to fry. On the other hand, both can protect themselves against any attempt at aggression at the moment.

Marc is a soldier who went through hard times to get where he is. He thinks it would be a good thing for Howie if he learned to face the danger that awaits him alone. It will be a plus in his education. He gives them a little more freedom every day, even though that’s not what was said when he was given custody of Howie.

And Howie is becoming more and more independent. For Marc, it’s a passage for him. He has to learn to lie low, and he has to learn to manage crises on his own. That’s why he lets him go out alone while El keeps him company.

He wants to ensure he hasn’t strayed from the basic survival principles he taught him and his kingdom. He doesn’t want him to become careless and lazy because, unlike his parents, he will have much more to prove.

Not to mention that he must train his inner wolf to be more conciliatory and less angry and familiarise himself with his surroundings and friends.

Marc is confident that their arrival here in New York is not by chance. He did all the research possible, field assessments, and hundreds of days of patrolling the city in search of the slightest presence of lycanthrope before setting his sights on this city, representing the least risk of an unexpected invasion.

It’s no coincidence that he thought it was probably his destiny to bring him here. He had to meet people of his generation who could be outstanding wingers in the future because he still comes across his stimuli, who also turn out to be someone special, and the friends he is making have something special about them.

So, he lets him exploit the choices by himself. He wants him to understand who he can trust or not. He wants him to develop his senses and expand them beyond his animal instincts and anything human.

He wants him to be one step ahead of everything. Because he’s a special boy, everything about him should stay that way. He wants him to be the most respected member of his lineage because he has everything he needs.

"Hey, tonight is going to be overloaded. What should we do? Should we go to Rufus to keep them company, or should we patrol the city with your father in search of sneaky, bloodthirsty creatures? "

I’d love to, but I’m not sure I want to take part in patrolling the city. I’d better stay home, and you should stay home too, by the way. You get weaker on a full moon. You seem to forget that the goddess of the night has a grudge against you. If you come across one of these sneaky beasts, as you say, you’re not likely to do much. "

You’ll be there, so I’m not afraid. With you by my side, until the eclipse arrives, I’ll be safe for the full moon. You won’t let me down. I know that all too well. "

If you say so, you have to be careful. Don’t rush to the mouth of danger when you know your vulnerability. You and your boyfriend are almost alike. I never thought about that. You had similarities... "

Howie couldn’t finish his sentence, so El stepped in with a lovely voice and tone. He becomes restless and distant when they talk about Theo as their boyfriend.

"Hey, you know what, I think I’ll focus on my music and jogging and leave you to your nonsense." He pauses and tsks in disbelief. He always does the same with the latter, even if he tells them he and Aike are not in a relationship.

Your dad is not a good influence on you, mate. It would help if you did not let your father influence you like this. You are a very good boy. You have never made fun of me or anyone else, so don’t start now. "

As he speaks, he watches Howie in the corner of his beautiful grey eyes, which send flashes of lightning. He is dressed all in black, and El is wearing white. His long white hair, which attracts the most curious glances when they are in the street, has been tied up and hidden under a red beanie, as H did too, dragging himself into his friend’s almost brother’s world by wearing a beanie instead of his usual cap.

At the exact moment, while these two were jogging with their well-placed heads on their shoulders, discussing things they already knew, two other young boys, perplexed by the recent events that had occurred in their lives, walked around seeking refuge far from the place that had seen their despair. That has turned everything upside down by questioning themselves about things they find no answer or explanation for. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

They do not yet know where to start to unravel this mystery. Their parents, whom they believed to be humans like all the others, turned out to be those legendary werewolves they heard spoken of in the stories told by their father. What other surprises could this life have in store for them?

After the drama-horror they witnessed in their house a few days ago, they spent the last few days changing places as a precaution. If the creature that attacked them returned to finish the job, it would not find them wisely in their house waiting for her to finish the job she started.

"We should go to the lake house. It is the furthest and safest of all. We risk having another surprise if we are wolves like our mother. Although we have spent the last few years without feeling the effects of the moon, something tells me things might be different this time. "

"Oli, look at me; you have to calm down. We’re not going to let our guard down. Our only concern for the moment is to put some reasonable distance between us and the place where this thing attacked us until we understand what we had to deal with last time. But you’ve been restless since last night; you must stop reading these stories. We’re not wolves; we would have already known after all these years, don’t you think? "

"I know, but I have kept dreaming about weird things since that night." I see myself turning into a wolf in front of a whole crowd of people and then being devoured by this awful creature, this monster, this demon... no matter what it is called or whatever name it may have. "

I’m scared. I’m afraid she’ll come after us, as she’s made it very clear, and we don’t even know how to defend ourselves against such a thing. "

Why didn’t they just tell us the truth instead of hiding it from us, and what were those words she uttered before getting swallowed up by that damn creature of the abyss? "

"I don’t know. Unfortunately, I don’t know what to answer to all these questions you ask me, and I also need answers; I have impossible dreams that haunt my nights when I close my eyes, which is not easy since that damn evening. I feel like I’m going crazy; if this situation lasts two more days, we must understand what she meant quickly. "

"You know what, Perth, with your weird taste in all sorts of dark and mysterious things, you should at least have some idea of what’s going on in our lives." I can’t take it anymore. We must leave the city for a while until we understand all this. What do you think? "

"What did you just say, Oliver? Did you just insinuate that I should be aware of the current situation we are going through? Because I have tastes that differ from most ordinary people, is that what I understood, Oliver? "

Enraged Perth, who lost his usual calm, did not expect his brother, who supports him in everything he does, to throw such a flurry of prejudiced words in his face.

Of course, that’s what I just said. What’s wrong with that? Aren’t your tastes weird and shady? I don’t think this is the first time you’ve been told this. " He snarled at him without thinking twice, "Hey, I’m saying nonsense; sorry, I’m not in my normal state." But in the end, he got what he was saying and tried to excuse his slip.

I remind you that I, too, am in the same state of mind as you. Am I accusing you of anything? If you’re pretending you’re the eldest, you should at least know what’s happening in the family, no. " If anyone can make him lose his cool, it’s his brother. "When did I do this? When did I point the finger at you?" Perth yelled at him.

"Why are you yelling at all? Didn’t I already tell you I was sorry? What more do you want me to do to apologize for it, lick your ass, Perth? Or maybe let you fuck me since you’ve dreamed of doing it since we were little. "

So let’s get over this once and for all. Take me right here in the street. Is that what you want? You don’t mind doing it in the middle of the road since you have insane and unholy feelings for your blood-related brother. "

Instead of finding a way to calm the situation between them, Oliver only wants to make it worse.

He yelled as furious as he could to get rid of this itch taunting him under his skin and all his nerves at his brother, who couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Oliver didn’t even know why he was so angry and told his brother such awful things.

Perth looks at him with a crestfallen expression as he barfs such horrible things. He has only one desire right now, and it’s to break his brother’s neck or smack his head on the cobblestone until it becomes mushy because of the low blow he gave him, but he controls himself enough not to submit to his desire to make him swallow back the words that he just puked at him.

"Seriously, Oliver? Can you hear yourself talking, you stupid fool? You’re dull and ridiculous to say such a thing, and you know what, go to hell bastard, you filthy little shit, you better let that creature eat you before I do it myself. "

"I don’t want to weigh the regret of your death on my conscience once I do it."

With that, he turned and walked away from his brother, shaking his head in disbelief. He can’t believe his stupid brother threw a shameless statement at him in the middle of the street.

’Fortunately, there are not enough people here who know us, and there are not too many of them either.’

Head down, he walked away fuming with anger from Oliver, who, once these words crossed his lips, regretted them. He doesn’t know how he could have acted so basely towards his brother. All he ever did was serve as his shield against all odds. But today, that’s how he starts talking to him, ike he’s just a dirty, vicious, filthy pervert.

"But what happened to me today?"

It is also the first time in his entire existence that he has dared to speak to him in such a brusque and nasty way. He didn’t mean to be mean to Perth, but he couldn’t help but hurt him.

Deep down, Oliver knew if he said those words the way he had them in his mind, they would hurt him, but it seemed like that was precisely what he wanted to do—hurt him. Everything in him was burning with a rage that he did not know. It was the first time that he had experienced such a thing.

"Perth, wait for me." he hailed after retrospection, "We need to talk," he shouted as he watched his brother cross an alley, leaving him behind alone.

God only knows how scared he is to be left alone even during the day after what he witnessed with his mother.

Without further ado, he starts running to catch up with him without really paying attention to where he is going because his eyes are riveted on his brother’s straight and tense back. The latter is undoubtedly cursing him at the moment.

He didn’t take his eyes off his figure for a minute as he ran toward him. He is afraid he will lose his sight as if he too will disappear and leave him all alone. He is not yet ready for the third abandonment from his relatives. Perth is all he has left in this world.

He arrived at the crossroads at the same time as two other young lads doing their morning jog. He did not see them coming. He was not paying attention to them or to anyone who might find themselves in the street at the moment. He only had eyes for his brother.

It wasn’t until he crashed into a solid, firm mass of muscle that he realized it wasn’t just him and his brother on this street.

"Shit!" Shouts Oliver. Where are you fucking looking at?" "This gorilla ran into me like a truck." As he spoke, he looked up at the person he had collided with.

He fell face-to-face with a pair of light-gray eyes full of mischief and suspicion. The person in front of him bewitched him; he repeatedly blinked as fairy wings flopped. He stopped talking to concentrate on El, who was looking at him, titillating his head like a cheetah.

"So, that’s how we talk when we don’t look where we are going, but we still have the nerve to blame someone else." El intervenes in a somewhat threatening tone.

Oliver took a step back to distance themselves, his opponent’s voice waking him from his spell.

"Fuck you, poor bastard!" He snapped. "The only person here who didn’t look where he was going is you, idiot. It’s not because you’re tall, well-built, and a little firm that you should think you have the right to take it out on others. "

" Should I remind you that you attacked me with your words and body, little punk? You have no education. I will give you some today, and you will remember it all your life. "

He raised his hand to punch him when Howie intervened in the conversation.

"Hey, don’t be silly. You better learn to sniff instead of playing the bully. " He looks at Howie, who waves at Oliver, twitching his nose.

But before he could figure out what Howie was saying to him, someone kicked him hard in the back. They didn’t hear him coming. They were way too focused on Oliver.

Howie wonders why. This is the first time he has come across this creature when he often runs around taking these paths, and El, who was far too ingrained in his bully role, could not realize that the person in front of him was not a human like the others.

He tries to figure out why Howie tells him to breathe or sniff when he is just doing that; otherwise, how would he have managed to run if he wasn’t living?

When he receives that hard kick on his back that knocks him off balance and pushes him straight into the boy in front of him, he realizes why Howie asked him to breathe.

The boy smells strongly of the wolf, a wolf in total frustration and drowned in fear. He straightened his back very quickly, holding up his nose, and grimaced to face his attacker. He turned to face a skinny and tall teenager, decked in more black than Howie himself.

Perth is staring at him with defiance and arrogance, eying him from head to toe like he is dirt in front of him. El has never seen someone so disdainful in all his life.

With a backhand, he slaps him violently before Howie can stop him from doing it. With one look, he already knew that he hated this pretentious and arrogant little lamb, so he was not going to miss this moment to correct him a little bit. He had understood that these two had a connection between them.

The one who ran into him is a little soft and fragile with yellow eyes and an almost feminine appearance, while the other is tall, thin, and mostly well built, with inky black eyes and shoulder-length hair like his brother’s, but they each have their own charm.

He doesn’t know what unites them because they are nothing alike. But if he couldn’t give Oliver what he deserved, nothing and no one would stop him from taking that smug look off Perth’s face.

Perth staggered under the violence of the blow that the latter gave him. He opened his eyes wide under the stinging pain of the slap. He didn’t know a slap could be so strong.

"What a damn son of a bitch!" yelled the latter when he found his balance. Olivers, who witnessed the hard slap his brother received, feels enraged. He rushes toward their attacker headlong to charge him, but to his dismay, he never arrives.

El keeps him away from him with one hand in the middle of his head. Oliver struggled like a damned pissed kid to escape his grip but couldn’t.

"Enough!" shouted Howie. "Leave him alone; release him, El."