Hunter POV

I entered my house and slammed the door shut behind creating a loud noise making me flinch as I prepared for the loud voice to follow.

"Hunter! How many times have I told you not to slam the door. Your little brother is asleep" My mother yelled from the kitchen as if that would not wake him up.

"Sorry Mom" I screamed back as I ran up the stairs to my room. I threw myself on the bed thinking about what just happened.

I didn't even know that he had asthma .Why didn't he out me? Why did he lie? Why didn't he say anything?

Seeing the two them in our gym locker room made my blood boil for reasons that were unknown to me. The more I thought about it the more confused I became.

The was Elliot held him against him like he would break into tiny pieces at any second. The way he smiled at Drew like he was so precious. The way he touched him with soft gentle touches. Furthermore, the way Drew reacted to those very things and the way he looked back at him, was something I had never ever seen. It made me so angry, and yet I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I so much wanted to punch his little pretty girly face every time it popped into my head.

Just the mere sight of him made my rage skyrocket. How he was so fragile and acted like a damsel in distress. How could he have not fought back when he was supposed to be the second strongest after me? How he constantly hid behind that Elliot and looked at him with those innocent eyes.

Pleeeaasee innocent my ass! I'm sure those two are doing it!

My life would be so much better if he would be wiped out of existence. At least then, these confusing thoughts wouldn't fill my head. At least then I wouldn't have all these questions that made me no sense to me.

The more I thought about him, the more I realized that my anger towards him didn't stem from anything he did, it was just there, and seeing him made act that way toward Elliot made it go haywire.

What angered me the most was, the feeling I always got after I beat him up.

I wasn't sure what it was exactly, was it guilt or regret, I don't know. But I hated feeling that, I didn't want to be sorry for anything I did. I didn't want ti have this feeling of knowing I did something wrong. I always felt it with him afterwards. A feeling of failing at something.

And I hated it.

I'm the future Alpha of this damn pack! Why do I need to be sorry for anything!

I pushed away all the confusing thoughts of that weakling and closed my eyes, willing myself not to think anymore and just sleep. After all, thinking about him just landed me in even more confusion than when I started. I sighed and eventually began drifting off to sleep.

***

Drew POV

I mentally sighed when I heard my alarm clock go off. Automatically feeling my energy drain from me before I even started doing anything.

Sunday was the worst day of the weak.

Not only was it the last day of the weekend, but on Sundays the entire pack would get together for the same old 'Sunday Lunch'. Since everyone was always busy with their own duties during the week, it wasn't uncommon that at times we hardly saw each other, and on Sundays, it was sort of a time for everyone to get together and just relax and catch up.

Tables laid with all kinds of food were spread out across the lawn of the main pack house in order to accommodate everyone and whether you liked it or not, you had to attend under the 'Alpha's orders'

I dragged myself out of my bed slightly wincing at the pain my chest from yesterday's encounter that still hadn't healed fully as yet, and took a quick shower. The hot water running down my body always did wonders for my sore muscles. I threw on some sweat pants and Elliot's hoodie that he left here yesterday when I came out. I didn't even need to brush my hair and just ran my hand through it. I pulled his hoodie against my nose and inhaled deeply.

Somewhere in the back my mind, I knew I would need his scent to calm me against the shit I was about to face today and not just from Hunter, but from socializing with everyone else. It was something that just wasn't for me. I was contented hiding away in my house with a book.

I walked down the stairs and saw my Dad sipping his coffee and too reading a book. I developed my severe love for reading, to such an extent that I would even call it an addiction, from my Dad. Since according to him my mother never picked up a book in her life. He always said she was more the fighter than the reader.

He folded the corner of the page and closed the book when he heard my footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

Well, for a fifteen year old boy I barely looked anything like it compared to the other guys in the back. I was on the shorter side and extremely thin and lean unlike the bulky muscular guys my age. We had all gone through our first shift together, and imagine my horror at finding our what a small wolf I was, and yet even in that moment, Dad licked my fur and smiled at me with pride in his eyes.

That however didn't stop me from getting angry. My size really got on my nerves in the beginning, but as the years went by, I had learnt to just let it slide off like water on a ducks back. There was no use in getting angry over something I couldn't even change.

"You know you shouldn't fold the pages like that. That's what the string is there for" I indicated as I opened the fridge and took out the orange juice. Hearing him chuckle as placed his book on the table.

"Well, Good Morning to you too kiddo." He answered as he took his cup to the sink.

"What are you planning on doing today?"

"I'm going with Elliot to the bookstore in the city. I heard they've got new books in" I said as I took a sip of the soury liquid trying my best not to show our over excited I was at doing the two things I loved most in this world.

Reading and spending time with Elliot.

"Okay, just make sure you're back before noon and be safe out there." He said as kissed my forehead and went out.

I looked at the clock on the wall that read 8:30 am..

Great.. I have four hours before I have to see that jackass' face again.

I put on my shoes and started walking to Elliot's house, which was just on the side of the pack-house. On my way there, I couldn't help but look up at the window of the house I was passing, and catch a glimpse of his figure as he stood in front of his mirror, clearly looking impressed by what he saw.

Pompous asshole.

I shook my head as I carried on walking till I got to Elliot's house. I knocked on the door and waited for a while, before I heard grumbling and a loud noise that was clearly from a person who did not want to be disturbed.

He definitely was not a morning person.

"I'm coming!"

The door opened, revealing a very tired looking Elliot. He had heavy bed hair making him look all the more gorgeous than he normally was. He wore nothing but his boxer and a deep blush spread across my face as I looked at the spot above his head. To avoid any further embarrassment or the awkwardness that would probably result at my looking at his body. It was enough that I stared like a wolf in heat every time he stripped to shift, I did not need to do it right now in front of him.

"Drew. What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining but you're usually dead this time of the morning" he said as he yawned with a slight chuckle before he leaned against the door frame.

"I was uhh.. " My eyes travelled to everything beside his face. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard his deep voice.

"You were what?" He asked with a smirk.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the bookstore? There's new books out. " I said while I practically looked at the ceiling, out of fear that my eyes might travel elsewhere.

"Sure, just give me a second. Come inside" He said as he walked off to his bedroom. He stopped midway and turned around looking at me from my head to toe and smiled one of those dangerous smiles of his that would probably get him out of almost anything.

"What?"

"That's my hoddie isn't it?" he asked to which I nodded with a slight blush.

"It looks cute on you, you should keep it" he said as he walked up the stairs and I slumped down onto the couch letting out a sigh.

***

It was nice being out of the pack-lands for a change. It felt like a whole new world, even though it was only a twenty minute drive. It felt like worlds apart.

No body knew who I was. No one expected anything of me here, no one judged me. I didn't have any role to play out here, I could be me even if it was just for a few hours.

I entered the bookstore, hearing the tiny bell chime above me. Immediately a comfortable feeling overcame me, a feeling of being at home. I inhaled the deep scent of all the books around me, loving that scent as I smiled widely.

"Good Morning Mr. Ackerman. You're early today" the old librarian said when he saw me.

"Good morning. Are the books in yet?" I asked excitedly. He laughed slightly and indicated to the shelf on the far right.

I smiled a huge smile and practically ran towards the shelf.