#werwolves

Kyle could normally fall asleep quickly, military training teaching all of them to get sleep where they could. But he couldn’t sleep when all he could think about was you, covered in blood and getting dragged away from the tree you were using for cover. He would periodically look over his partners, seeing them all sound asleep gave him some peace of mind. He would have thought Simon would remain awake with someone unknown in their house, but he was the first one out cold. Kyle figured it was the adrenaline from killing the human who attacked you, (Y/N), as you had hesitantly introduced yourself as. 

You had barely spoken more than a few words and would jump if they moved too quickly. It was almost funny, if not for your broken state and what had brought you here. You had rejected any food Rudy offered to make you, stating that you had just wanted to sleep. It was probably the pain killers, Nik had given you, taking effect. They had left you to sleep while the entire pack gathered in the kitchen to talk about what they would do with you. If they let you go after you heal, they would have to worry about you spreading rumors about werewolves in the woods. But keeping you hear sounded even worse to all of them, they were already on high alert whenever you so much as moved in your bed. 

You are scared of them, so there was a good change you would be unwilling to say what happened when you went ‘missing’ on the way home from a bar. They would have to see how you would do while you temporarily remained in their care. 

He managed to get some restless sleep after remaining awake for a good number of hours. The smell of Johnny’s, very fruity, body wash from his post-run-shower rosing his groggy mind out of his shitty sleep. He rolled over to face the bed, watching the remaining 4 sleep for a minute, before getting up with a sigh to go find Simon. He was probably making himself tea while he waited for the morning light to wake the others. 

Kyle pondered on how you slept as he dragged himself out of their, Price’s, bedroom and down the stairs to look for the elusive Simon. He wondered if you had slept as bad as he had at the thought of sleeping in a pack of werewolves' den. You hadn’t taken them seriously when they explained what they were; believing you lost so much blood that you were hallucinating. He could understand that logic, having the same feelings as you when Price gave him the choice to stay in the 141 at a cost. 

He found Simon standing at the back door in the kitchen from the open door at the end of the first-floor hallway, staring out at the backyard. That was weird, normally he would be doing that in the kitchen from the window above the kitchen sink with a mug of tea in his hands. 

Kyle approached him, feet dragging from the exhaustion still clingy to him, seeing the subtle shift of Simon’s head turning his direction as a silent acknowledgement. That meant something had caught his interest enough that he didn’t wish to take his eyes off of it.  

Kyle wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his forehead against the space between Simon’s shoulder blades. He breathed in his boyfriend’s smell, fresh from the shower with damp, blonde curls that were hidden by his balaclava and no longer recking of blood. He had only seen Simon take that long of a shower, like last night, when he wanted to rid himself of the stench of blood. Hypersensitive noses were a blessing and a curse. If he didn’t take a thorough enough shower, then they would all complain he stunk and be unable to sleep. Grumpy werewolves were not something you wanted to deal with or test their patience. 

“Mornin” Kyle grumbled, his voice groggy from a miserable sleep. His answer was a hum from Simon, which made him even more curious to what had his attention. 

He poked his head around the taller man to spot... 

You. 

You were sat in one of the chairs on the back of the wrap around porch, seemingly lost in your own thoughts. The purple of the slowly rising sun causing the scene to look like it was being recorded through a violet filter. Only ruined by the troubled expression tainting your gorgeous face- wait, why was he thinking that? He met you last night and he is already thinking your gorgeous. He really needed more sleep. 

“How long-” Kyle was cut off by Simon before he could even finish his question.  

“Right after we got back.” He gruffly stated. He looked like he was trying to dissect you with his eyes, his balaclava not helping him to look any less intimidating.  

They stood there together in silence for a few more minutes, watching as you would look around the backyard while seemingly lost in your own thoughts.  

Kyle’s thoughts were consisting of you. How would you react once they were all together? Would you beg to be let go? How would you look as John told you that you weren’t allowed to leave till you were healed and swore to keep them a secret? 

Kyle jumped as a hand ran down his back, turning to look at John smiling behind them. He must have been thinking too hard to not have heard the older man come down the stairs, now looking back to see some light streaming through the yard. The last of the purple lighting fading as the sun rose above the surrounding trees. Still, some part of Kyle’s mind thought this moment needed to be captured in a painting. Especially with you in it. He must be exhausted if he was thinking this first thing in the morning after just meeting you. Or blame Johnny for influencing his thoughts. 

This moment couldn’t last much longer as the others would be up soon for breakfast as they waited for Johnny to be done with his hour-long shower. Then it would be time for the dreaded conversation. 

John kissed at the side of Kyle’s head, before doing the same to Simon once he had leaned back so John had easier access. He glanced at your figure outside, having predicted that you would try to sneak away, but your wound only allowing you to get so far before the pain forced you to stop. Guessing that was the reason you had a small frown on your face as you continued looking out into the trees, unaware of the predators who watched you only a small distance away.  

You had tried so hard to get as far as you could once you awoke with the sun still hidden by the trees. You wanted out of this freaky place and back home!  

You could barely manage to get down the stairs before feeling like you wanted to collapse from the pain. You pushed your body to at least make it out the back door, before breaking down into pained tears. You couldn’t do it; you were in too much agonizing pain to be able to limp through the woods to hopefully find a way out. 

 You plan was too optimistic; thinking you could force yourself through the pain to make it home. Who were you even trying to fool into thinking it would be that easy? 

You had spent a good 10 minutes crying in frustration over your failure to escape, before reluctantly pushing yourself off the ground and over to the closest chair. Practically flopping down like a fish out of water and then having to muffle a scream when it caused your pain to double. 

You would be lucky if they didn’t plan to kill you or torture you for trespassing. 

With your hopes, of finding a way home, dashed; you could only sit there for who knows how long, thinking of any way you could remove yourself from this situation. It did nothing to soothe your worried and frazzled nerves. 

The backdoor creaking open caused your body to lock up in fear. You didn’t want to know who it was, wishing you could say this was all a bad dream.  

Your luck had apparently run out as you could see one of the weird men from last night walk into your peripheral vision a few steps from you.  

No words were spoken between the two of you for a good long moment. You wished he would take your silence as a good enough reason to leave you alone. 

Alas, no such luck. 

“How is your pain?” The man asked. You think you remember him from last night, turning to verify that you had in fact remembered him in your drowsy state. Kyle, if your scrambled brain from last night, provided you with.  

Then you went back to staring at the line of trees in front of you, not wishing to irritate him by staring. Hard not to stare when he was handsome, but also the whole ‘werewolf’ thing was stuck in your mind.  

Could a man that handsome really be a werewolf? Surely, they must just be pulling your leg or trying to hide something else by giving you some absurd explanation.  

More importantly, you needed to answer him. Even if you were tempted to roll your eyes at the absurdity of the question. He had been one of the men who were there to try and help patch you up. Not hard to assume your pain was still as miserable as the night before. 

You tried to bite back your want to give a sarcastic answer, instead giving him a proper one. “Awful.” 

“Nik has more pain killers to help that. He should be up soon.” Kyle tried to assure you that you won’t have to suffer through the pain. Your lack of response, besides a hum of acknowledgment, was not making his worries of you cooperating subside. 

He tries another approach. “John is making breakfast. The pain killers will work better with some food.” 

Now, you turned to your head back to stare up into his eyes. He could see in your eyes and smell your fear, desperation, anger, and sadness. It made his heart ache in a way it hadn’t since Johnny’s recovery process. The want to soothe and hold someone so desperately trying hold themselves together as they feared they would break if they let others know how much they were struggling. 

“Why can’t I leave?” Your question took him a bit by surprise, expecting to beat around the bush for a little longer before tackling the elephant in the room. 

Kyle sighed before approaching you and extending his hand to you, pretending he doesn’t see you flinch at his proximity. “Come. Easier to explain with everyone present.” 

You stare him down for what feels like eternity, more like a handful of seconds, before you take his hand to allow him to help you stand up.  

You do your best to muffle your cries of pain as he pulls you up from your good shoulder. This pain is going to make you regret every decision you made last night to get you here. 

Kyle takes his time to guide you back inside, allowing you to work at your own pace. 

The kitchen is lively as the two of you reenter. Kyle can see that everyone is accounted for. John is cooking with Nikolai’s help. Johnny is sat at the table, whining about something to Rudy and Alejandro, who sit across from him, looking at him with fondness at his nonsense, while he is practically plastered to Simon’s side.  

All sound dies as soon as the backdoor is closed, and you want to flee back outside so everyone will stop staring at you like you are a stranger who just walked into their home. Even though, technically, you are. 

Kyle guides you to sit at the end of the table as far from the backdoor as possible. Maybe he is worried you would try to run back out that door as a way to avoid this. You were definitely considering it right now. 

Johnny looked confused at how you were outside just a minute ago. He doesn’t hold back his question. “How the bloody hell did ye make it outside with all yer injuries?” 

Johnny’s bewilderment makes you snort, clearly not thinking that you would be that desperate, or reckless, to try something such as that.  

“Been out there since we got back, while you went for your shower after our run.” Simon’s words make your blood run cold, not realizing that anyone other than Kyle had clocked your attempted escape. The way he stares at you combined, with the skull balaclava, makes you want the world to open up and swallow you whole.  

John grants you mercy as he takes the attention off you, finally speaking on the subject that could no longer be avoided. You hadn’t even heard Kyle move away from you to inform John as he stands slightly behind the man at the other end of the table from you.  

“You can’t leave for two reasons. One is the extent of your injuries, the terrain is rough, and we don’t want you bleeding out from your stab wound and the trip would make your injuries feel worse.” John pauses to gage your reaction before continuing his explanation. “Two is you know we are werewolves. You knowing puts us in danger and you can’t go to the police saying a man tried to kill you, but a werewolf attacked him and gave you the opportunity to slip away. You would be deemed crazy till they went looking for evidence we can’t let them find.” 

You want to scream, fight, argue with the man in front of you! Why does he get to decided what is best for you? Why does he get to decide what is the best place for you to heal? 

John sees the defiance burning in your eyes. You were going to be stubborn like Simon. Wasn’t what he was hoping for but at least you weren’t trying to walk out the front door. 

“Why do you get to decide that? I have the right to make my own decisions! And are we seriously still sticking with the werewolf thing?! I would be more understanding if you said you were serial killers or recluses over that BULLSHIT!” You nearly shouted, your frustrations with the situation running your patience thin. 

Oh yes, you were going to be a real peach to have in their house. 

“Watch yourself.” Alejandro practically growled at you, face contorted into a snarl, showing sharp teeth like he would in werewolf form. You almost think he would lunge at you for your disrespect, if Rudy wasn’t trying to subtly calm his anger. His hand stroking his thigh to try to shift his focus. 

“Don’ believe me?” John questions with a raised brow, almost mocking. It made the anger boiling in your veins feel like fire. 

Johnny looked on excitedly, like a kid getting to finally spill a secret. He kept glancing between you and John. Not too worried about the fighting as he is used to the stubbornness of others. 

“Not even a little.” You challenged, truly needing to know if you were just out of it last night, causing you to hallucinate, or if they were the weird wolves, you thought you saw last night. 

“John.” Price called Johnny’s name, the man excitedly standing from his seat and taking off for the back door. Stripping his clothes along the way. 

You were very concerned why he needed his clothes off and why no one was stoping him. You didn’t want to see a naked, crazy man after the night you previously had.  

Were they just really into that whole fake alpha pack dynamic that you’ve seen online? 

Kyle came to help you up and outside. He can admit he is interested in your reaction to seeing Johnny in broad daylight. Also, a small bit of worry that you might pass out from fear. He can still remember his reaction to seeing an actual werewolf for the first time, it was not pretty. 

You stood with Kyle outside, the others coming to watch while Nik and John remained inside to finish cooking. Having a nice view from the window above the sink. 

“Think he screams?” Nikolai jokes to John, having been a Lycan just as long as the man next to him. 

John can’t suppress the sigh at the wildness of their morning. He could only mumble a, “We will see,” before continuing to make breakfast as they stole glances out the window. 

You stood at Kyle’s side, still holding onto his arm as you try not to stare at Johnny’s naked form. You were doing an awful job at it. It’s his fault for being so ruggedly handsome! 

You figured he might show you some weird human imitation of a dog to ‘prove’ John’s point. You didn’t expect to hear his bones snap as he groans from the shift. 

One minute you have a handsome Scottish man with big arms, completely naked in front of you, the next you have a wolf easily balancing on hind legs nearly a good foot and a half taller than Johnny was previously.