When Darkness Falls, Chapter 8
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Sorry for the wait guys, real life kicked me in the butt this week.
Also...QUESTION TIME...do you want chapter 9 tomorrow, OR wait until I have finished writing chapter 10 (which I haven't started yet). Chapter 9 doesn't end of a cliffhanger and that does mean that there may be a longer wait till chapter 10. Anyway...let me know.
Chapter 7
“Justin. Shit. I’ve been so worried. Are you ok? Where have you been?” Ethan’s ramblings were cut off as Justin held up his hand, nodding his head, his blood pounding with nerves as Ethan started walking down the stairs, his bare feet padding on the marble.
“I’m fine. I’ve been with Debbie,” he said and Ethan frowned slightly, reaching him at the bottom of the stairs. He reached out a hand as if to touch him, shaking slightly. He snatched it back as Justin took a step backwards. “I’m fine,” he reiterated, emphasising “fine”, glad that Ethan would probably pick up his standoffish attitude.
“Fuck, Justin, I’m so sorry...I was angry, I’d never hurt you otherwise, you know that right?” Ethan stammered, finally reaching out and touching Justin, wrapping his fingers around Justin’s arms. There was something almost comforting in his warm touch, so unlike Brian’s, so unlike the touch he had been trying to forget for the past week. But he fought the urge to shrug him off and something must have show on his face because Ethan frowned again. “You know that right?” He asked again, his fingers tightening slightly. Justin nodded, if only to get him to stop clutching at him.
“Yeah…yeah I know,” he said, shrugging slightly and Ethan let him go. He ran a hand through his dark hair.
“I was such a fucking idiot. I should have…I should have explained, rather than getting angry. I hurt Darren,” Ethan said, and there was genuine grief on his face. Darren was a new “recruit” like Justin, hadn’t been around long, hadn’t been turned long. He was sweet and trusting and Justin had liked him almost instantly and the thought that he had been hurt because Justin had pushed Ethan was enough to have guilt flooding through his veins.
“Is he ok?” Ethan nodded distractedly.
“He’ll be fine,” he said, turning large brown eyes to Justin. “Are we ok?” He asked and Justin nearly lied, nearly opened his mouth to say the words that he knew Ethan wanted to hear, the words that would have come so easily.
“Not by a long shot,” he said instead and Ethan’s face fell, he nodded once, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I never meant to…”
“What should you have explained?” Justin asked and Ethan furrowed his brow.
“When I said I turned Dale,” he said and Justin bit on his lip, remember the way Brian had looked almost human talking about Dale, the bone deep sadness in his eyes and the way his fingers twitched against Justin’s skin. “It was an accident. I…God, Brian, he makes me so fucking angry,” he finished helplessly. Justin raised an eyebrow.
“I got that,” he said. He’d felt it first hand, still had the fading bruises on his arms to prove just how angry Brian made Ethan.
“I should control it, I should but I can’t. You know what it’s like, you’ve felt it,” he looked questioningly at Justin. Justin had felt it, briefly with Brian, the surging under his skin as the wolf tried to get out. “The animal underneath, itching, crawling up your throat till all you can do is scream,” Ethan finished, his hand snaked out and lopped into Justin’s belt, tugging him slightly closer. Justin went but kept his arms crossed over his chest.
“And hurt people you care about,” he said and Ethan dropped his hand, twisting his fingers together in front of him.
“Yeah, and hurt people I care about,” he agreed, looking pointedly at Justin. Justin stepped backwards, away from him, turning to go through the large hall way to the kitchen. There was something hanging in the air between them, something under the normal scent of the house, the rest of the pack and their emotions, and Justin couldn’t tell if it was a lie, or jealousy, or the lingering smell of anger that hung around after one of them turned. “You should know,” Ethan said from the doorway to the kitchen as Justin grabbed a mug from the cabinet and located the coffee that always seemed to be brewing on the counter. “He’s not as perfect as you think he is,” there was almost a sneer in Ethan’s voice as Justin turned, wrapping his hands around the mug. Ethan was leaning up against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark hair falling across his forehead. Justin’s finger itched with the memory of brushing Brian’s hair off his forehead as he pushed into Justin again and again. Ethan growled softly, smelling something of the memory in the air between them. Justin frowned.
“I don’t…”
“He wasn’t always like this you know?” Ethan interrupted. “There was a time when he was as bloodthirsty and cruel as Roman.”
“How do you know?” Justin couldn’t stop himself. He felt like a kid, desperate to hear anything about his hero, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of a storyteller. Something dark flickered across Ethan’s face.
“There are stories. They were almost unstoppable. A force to be reckoned with when they were together, then Brian had a change of heart,” Ethan sounded sarcastic and Justin wanted to stop him, stop him from clouding his own view of Brian, from making this story one sided. “They would kill, they would maim, and he’d go from twink to twink. I didn’t want that to happen to Dale and I don’t want that to happen to you,” Ethan pushed himself off from the doorway and took a step towards Justin. “He doesn’t just dump them, Justin. They die, or they go missing, or they’re turned. I don’t want that for you, you don’t deserve that,” he reached Justin and took the mug out from his hands, placing it on the counter behind Justin. He wrapped his fingers around Justin’s hands, his thumbs stroking over the back of them.
“He’s not like that anymore…” Justin said and Ethan flinched, anger rising a notch in him.
“Tell me something. Did he ever compel you?” Justin started, body freezing. He wrenched his hands from Ethan’s and side stepped out from his piercing gaze.
“How did you…”
“Did he?” Ethan asked again, clutching at Justin’s arm and spinning him round. Justin couldn’t answer, his mind replaying the kiss in Babylon over and over, the way his mind went blank, noise blocked out as all he could see was Brian, Brian was clear as day as he pulled him close. “So he did?” Ethan posed it as a question but he knew the truth, and he knew that Justin knew it. Justin pulled out of his grasp again, running his hands through his hair as his mind raced back to all the times Brian had touched him. Was it possible that every time he’d been compelled to, every time had been nothing more than mind control? “Justin, it’s ok,” Ethan said and Justin spun on his heel.
“It’s not ok. How could he…no. It didn’t happen like that. I know it,” he said and Ethan ran his hands down Justin’s arms soothingly.
“Do you?” He asked. Justin shook his head to clear it, a part of him thought that Ethan might be playing mind games, making Justin think the worst of Brian, the part that was desperate to hold on to the knowledge that what he felt with Brian was for real. But there was a part that thought Ethan might be telling the truth, that he might genuinely be worried about Justin’s welfare. “I’m trying to help you Justin, I’ve seen how he affects people.”
“I…what if I told you I loved him?” Justin asked and Ethan let him go, stepping back, a look of horror crossing his face.
“Do you love him?” Justin felt himself stand tall, something switching inside of him as he stared at Ethan.
“What if I told you I was going back to him? Would you stop me?” Justin asked and Ethan took another step back. Justin could feel the controlled anger in him and he could feel the anger in himself, gently bubbling under the surface. Anger at Brian, at Ethan, at this stupid game they seemed to want to play with him.
“Are you?”
“No, but I’m not staying here either. You’re both pathetic, and I’ve had enough of being your fucking pawn,” Justin spat, storming through to the hall and grabbing his bag.
“Justin?” Ethan called and Justin stopped, his hand on the door handle. “Don’t go…”
“Go play games with somebody else Ethan,” the door slammed satisfyingly hard behind him and Justin felt a weight lift off his chest as he took a deep breath and walked away from the house.
~*~
“Mel came to see me the other day,” Brian announced as Linds held open the front door of the house she shared with Mel.
“Oh really?” She said, taking Brian’s coat from him. Her voice was clipped and Brian had known her long enough to know she was pissed about something.
“She’s worried about you,” he replied, walking into the living room. There were toys strewn all over the floor and Gus looked up and a smile beamed across his face. His small arms circled around Brian’s legs and Brian crouched on the floor, scooping him up into his arms. “Hey Sonny-Boy,” he said as Gus twisted his tiny fingers into Brian’s shirt.
“Why?” Linds asked, crossing her arms, a small smile gracing her face as she watched Brian with Gus.
“Because she loves you,” Brian said, placing Gus back on the floor. Gus immediately went back to his toys. Brian envied his innocence sometimes, and wished he could ignore all the shit that seemed to float around him, be blissfully unaware of politics and dangers and family feuds, of the slight ache in his chest when he thought of Justin. “She said Roman was sniffing around you again,” Linds scoffed, grabbing a pillow and folding it into her arms as she threw herself down onto the couch.
“Did she tell you she invoked Custodia,” she asked and Brian raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.
“She did. She also said you two discussed it,” he replied and Linds scoffed again, punching at the pillow as she put it back into place.
“Right. Yeah, we discussed it. Did she also tell you I said no?” She asked and Brian crossed his arms.
“No, she didn’t.”
“Well I did. And now I’m stuck here. Because your kind don’t give a flying fuck…sorry baby,” she grimaced at Gus, “about humans and their feelings. You don’t care that maybe I don’t want to her “hers”, you don’t think that maybe I’m strong enough to say no to Roman, or maybe, just maybe, I can make up my own fucking mind…sorry baby,” Gus giggled and Brian frowned.
“She loves you Linds,” he said and Linds stood, crossing over to him.
“You said that already,” she glared at him as she passed him to the kitchen.
“Hey, how is this my fault?” He asked, glancing at Gus who was still playing happily. He followed Linds. She had her back to him and her hands braced on the counter, her shoulders hunched. She took a deep breath as she turned round to face him, a placid smile on her face. Brian knew it wasn’t the end of this, but for now it was. He knew not to argue with Linds when she was in a bad mood. Brian had fought wars, fought Roman, wolves and the nasty things that hid in the dark, but he was dammed if he was going to fight an angry Linds.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. How is everything at the club?” She asked, pulling out a chair as she sat in her own one. Brian sat, folding his hands under his chin and sighed. Linds reached across the table and took his hands in hers. “How’s Justin?” She asked. Brian closed his eyes against the image of pale skin, blonde hair, warm skin laid out for him.
“I don’t know,” he replied and Linds patted his hands.
“I heard you sent him back to Ethan,” she said.
“How?”
“Well, I know it’s a weird concept for those that live forever and can communicate by the power of their minds, but there is a little thing called a telephone…” she smiled and Brian rolled his eyes, “Debbie called me. Apparently he’s been there for the last week. She bought him round here when she heard I couldn’t leave,” a flicker of anger crossed her face but she smiled and continued, “Gus loves him. Debbie’s like a kid with a new toy,” she laughed gently, tucking her hair behind her ears, and not for the first time, Brian could almost see why Roman had been infatuated with her. “And he obviously cares deeply for you,” she said and Brian closed his eyes against the look in Justin’s eyes, the way his voice had cracked as he opened his mouth to say the words Brian had dreaded. “I have one question though,” Brian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What?” Linds reached across the table, took his chin in her hands and pulled his face to hers.
“Why send him away?” She asked and Brian wanted to say he had no idea, that he’d missed the kids smile, and the feel of him under his hands, that he hated Roman even more for forcing him to give Justin up but he sighed, ran his hands through his hair and over his face.
“Fuck Linds, you know the rules, you know them better than anyone. Roman would have taken Justin, anytime he wanted, if he’d had stayed with me. Its safer for him with Ethan,” he said.
“So you do care,” she smiled gently as she leaned forward and brushed his hair off his forehead, “don’t worry, I wont tell anyone.”
~*~
Brian felt swamped, like he was drowning in politics and paperwork. The seemingly never ending pile of bodies Roman insisted on leaving around the Pitts causing a huge headache for Brian and his relationship with the local PD. He just wanted everything to stop. There wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to help him deal with Roman right now. Roman was smug, taking every opportunity he had to rub the fact that Justin had left in Brian’s face, the number of blonde bodies was higher than usual and Brian was quietly fuming. His felt like his carefully constructed world was slowly crumbling down around his ears and he had to speak to Emmett on more than one occasion about him turning people unnecessarily.
There was a knock at the door and Brian resisted the urge to tell whoever it was to fuck off and leave him alone.
“What?” He snapped as the door opened and Ben stuck his head round the door.
“You wanted to see me?” He said as he stepped into the office. Brian gestured him in and Ben stood at the front of Brian’s desk, hands clasped behind his back, like the good solider he was. Brian would have asked him to sit if he hadn’t known Ben would refuse.
“How are things?” Brian asked. Ben had been charged with rounding up the troops, so to speak, the other nests in the Pitts that Roman had ordered attend his meeting.
“Brandon’s still being a little cagey. Wont say whether he will attend or not,” Ben said and Brian sighed, he had been expecting this from Brandon, the little shit.
“Brandon’s a spoilt little brat, who’s pissed because he didn’t get the Pitts. Tell him he has to come otherwise he’ll deal with me,” he said and Ben nodded.
“Todd says he’ll be there,” Brian smiled slightly. Todd was sometimes too accommodating for his own good, how he had managed to get his own nest, Brian would never know, but he was loyal to Brian and Roman scared him, and that was all that mattered.
“How is Todd?” He asked.
“Fine. Was there anything else?”
“Basic word on the street?” Brian asked, running his finger around the rim of his whiskey glass.
“Everyone is pretty jumpy, what with Roman being back,” Brian nodded in consent. That made sense, Roman always bought spies with him and no one really knew who was on Brian’s side of thinking and who was on Roman’s. “And there are rumours that the wolves are planning something, no one seems to know what though,” Brian had been expecting that too. News that Roman was planning to go public had reached the wolves after the party and they were probably jumpy, thinking that Roman would try to double cross them the first chance he got. And they were right. But it made Brian uneasy that they would be planning something themselves, he just hoped Justin wasn’t involved and that he was safe.
“Find out,” he said and Ben nodded.
“Of course,” he replied, making to leave.
“And...” Ben stopped and frowned quizzically at Brian.
“And what?”
“And, were you going to tell me about you working for Roman behind my back?” Ben’s facial expressions were used sparingly, he never really gave much away, and his face was set as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“There’s nothing to tell, because I’m not,” he said and Brian raised an eyebrow at him.
“What exactly did he want?” Brian tried to keep the curiosity out of his voice, the desperate need to hear what Roman had wanted for Justin. Ben’s face, as usual, showed no clue as to if he had heard it or not.
“Justin out of the picture,” he said, “by any means necessary. He didn’t care how. I managed to stall though, told him it was a delicate situation that needed to be handled properly, especially if he wanted to get the Wolves behind him on the going public scenario.”
“Why stall? What does one werewolf matter to you?” Brian was genuinely curious. Ben was for all intents and purposes, a soldier, one made to carry out orders, whether they were Brian’s or whoever’s, and he had no loyalty to Brian, he wasn’t part of Brian’s family, hadn’t originally come from the Pitts, hadn’t been Born here. He couldn’t help but thank Ben’s loyalty though, if it meant that Justin was still out of danger.
“Because you care about him,” Ben replied and Brian frowned, resenting when anyone told him how he felt, even if it was true. “And Mikey cares for you, and I love Mikey. And...” he trailed off, shifting slightly uncomfortably on his feet as his hand hovered over the door handle. Brian frowned again, Ben would not usually shy away from saying something that was on his mind, even if it was pre-empted with a “with all due respect”.
“And? Say it Ben, I’ve never seen you stop yourself from saying anything,” Ben let go of the door handle and took a step forward towards the desk.
“I respect you,” he said simply and Brian couldn’t help the surprise from showing on his face.
“Well that certainly wasn’t what I was expecting,” he replied with a hint of amusement.
“You look after your family,” Ben continued in way of an explanation, “I came looking for you for a reason, the whole “lifestyle” you’ve created here suits me. You’re fair but tough; you’re basically the polar opposite of Roman. You’re a better man than you even know,” he finished with a very un-Ben shrug, like he was embarrassed about admitting it out loud.
“That’s always nice to hear,” Brian replied, a hint of a smile on his face as he leant back and pulled a cigarette out of his packet.
“I mean it,” Ben said forcibly as he stepped towards the door again. Brian lit the cigarette, pulled a lungful of smoke in and relished the ever present slight tightening in his chest as he inhaled deeply.
“Thank you,” he replied and Ben nodded, pulling the door open like he couldn’t get out of the office fast enough.
It was quiet when the door shut, apart from the slight rumble of the staff downstairs as they readied the club for the nights revellers. So many people unaware of the bullshit that went on behind the scenes of Babylon, the rules and politics, the resentments and arguments. Brian wanted to lose himself, forget everything, Roman, Justin, the meeting. He was hungry and horny and he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on his desk as he stood. He wrenched the door open and hauled the nearest person to him.
“Get me somebody to drink,” he ordered and Rich, the bartender, who was clutching the latest inventory report to his chest, blinked up at him.
“Um...anything in particular?” He asked, shoving the report into Brian’s hands as Brian let him go.
“Blonde, young, and,” he glanced at his watch, “ten minutes ago,” he snapped as he slammed the door shut.
It didn’t take long, it never did. Even though Brian hadn’t ordered anyone for months, it still took less than ten minutes until there was a soft knock on the door and a blonde head appeared.
“Hi,” there was a bright smile and blue eyes and Brian made a mental note to give Rich a raise, “I’m Matt.”
“It’s not important,” Brian said, standing up and beckoning the kid in. The door shut with a soft snick and he took a step towards Brian. Brian couldn’t help but touch him, running his hands gently down his arms and winding his fingers into the kids waistband, pulling him close. Matt shuddered, his body quivering as Brian ran his hands around his waist, cold fingers splaying out under his t-shirt, across his lower back and pulling him flush against him. Matt let out a shaky breath, standing on tiptoes and Brian pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth, not kissing him just yet, just sliding his lips down Matt’s jaw line.
He went willingly as Brian slid his hands to Matt’s shoulders and pressed firmly, sliding to his knees. His hands tugged on Brian’s jeans, popping the button and pulling them down Brian’s thighs. His breath was warm against Brian’s cock, ghosting over the skin as Matt licked his lips and wasted no time in swallowing Brian down whole. Brian twisted his fingers into Matt’s hair and if he didn’t look close enough, it almost looked like Justin’s blond strands tangled around his fingers. Matt’s hands were warm on his hips, fingers pressing in and he hummed around Brian. Brian’s hips stuttered, drove deeper into Matt’s throat. He didn’t flinch and Brian suddenly missed the less profession style of Justin, the way his fingers had tightened and the quiet choke, the way he hummed happily around Brian, the look of love on his face as he stared adoringly up at Brian. Brian hauled Matt to his feet, kissed the surprise look off his face, licked into his mouth and wished that he could taste Justin under the taste of himself.
He licked at the soft skin of Matt’s neck, the pound of blood under the skin, the smell of fear and arousal almost blinding Brian as he felt his fangs slide out and press into Matt’s skin. He gasped, fingers clutching at the back of Brian’s shirt, arching up even more as Brian swallowed down his blood, feeling more and more like himself with each drop that slid down his throat, more alive than he had felt since Justin had his hands on him.
Matt let out a whine as Brian pulled him closer, drank deeper, his hands twisting in Brian’s shirt. Brian felt his pulse weaken, the flow of blood slow slightly and he wrenched his mouth away, holding Matt up as he slumped against him, his breathing heavy in his ear. Brian ran a hand down his spine and bent to lick at the bite marks on his neck as a muffled argument floated through the door.
Growling softly, Brian put Matt on the couch, briefly feeling at his pulse, it fluttered gently under his fingers. He would be fine, probably have a slight headache when he woke though. Brian made a mental note to get Rich to remove Matt soon as he pulled the door open.
“What the hell…” he growled but then the words died in his throat and he was hit by the smell of Lycanthrope. Ethan stood in the corridor, eyes burning with rage as he glared at Brian and barged past him into his office. Brian waved off Rich and slammed the door shut. “What the fuck do you want? Come to gloat? I’m not interested Ethan, you and Justin can play happy families for all I care,” Brian pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and Ethan tore his eyes away from Matt, still slumped on the couch.
“Yes, I can see you’re doing a stellar job of moving on,” he snapped, “funny though I would have expected to see Justin here, half dead on the couch not some cheap lookalike,” Ethan’s words were sharp, an edge to them that Brian couldn’t describe, there was something Ethan was hiding.
“Why would he be here?” He asked and Ethan crossed his arms over his chest and glared again.
“Don’t fucking play dumb with me Brian, I know he’s here, because you infected his mind with your poison and now he thinks you’re worth something. When we both know you’re nothing…” Ethan’s tirade was cut short as Brian snarled, backed him up against the wall, his hand gripping at Ethan’s throat.
“Don’t you fucking dare come into my club, insult me, and expect to get away with it, you filthy dog, what the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want Justin, I sent him back to you, after I gave him the best fuck off his life. And you know what? Every time you touch him from now on, I’ll be there,” Brian grip tightened and Ethan’s face went darker, blood rushing to the surface of his skin and Brian growled, let him go, throwing him to the floor. Ethan choked, gasping for breath as Brian slid his fangs away. “Now get up, and explain why the fuck you felt it necessary to come into my club uninvited,” Brian growled and Ethan hauled himself to his feet, anger radiating off him in waves, red and hot and Brian let himself feel the pleasure at that.
“Where. Is. He?” Ethan ground out, his voice rasping against his bruised throat, his words pointed, anger barely under control, and Brian spared a thought of thanks that it wasn’t the night before a full moon, Ethan would have been much stronger then and Brian might not have come out as undamaged as he had been last time they fought.
“He’s not here,” Brian replied, “and I’m getting tired of the same question, so anytime you feel like changing it, let me know and I’ll will be happy to oblige you with an answer,” he said and felt a stronger wave of anger roll from Ethan.
“Well then where the fuck is he?”
“I don’t know, and its not my problem that you can’t keep all your pets under control,” Brian replied and Ethan growled, his skin quivering as he got the worst of his anger under control. His eyes flicked to Matt, who stirred slightly on the couch. Brian wouldn’t allow himself to feel worried, to think of Justin, to feel anything other than contempt at Ethan, because he would smell it, he would use it to throw back in Brian’s face. He kept his mind blank as Ethan turned back to him.
“He came back to me, he wanted me,” Ethan said and Brian snorted.
“Well obviously not otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now, would you?” Brian replied and Ethan glared.
“It’s your fault. What is it about you that people can’t seem to resist?” Ethan all but shouted and Brian smirked at him, his worry for Justin far below the surface.
“Look,” Brian said, running his hands through his hair, “he’s not here, I don’t know where he is. Can’t you…smell him out or something?” Brian turned his back on Ethan, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. He would have felt him come close if it hadn’t been for the niggling worry that something was wrong, that Justin wasn’t safe. Ethan’s hands closed around his arm and spun him around.
“I wont let you win this time,” he snarled and Brian snarled back.
“It’s not a fucking competition Ethan. It’s a person life, how can I see that and you can’t?” He asked, taking a step towards Ethan.
“I do see that Brian. I saw it perfectly with Dale, except...” he said, a cruel smirk curling his lips, “life was wasted on him.”
“You took his life,” Brian replied, backing Ethan up against the desk.
“I gave him life. The coward that he was chose not to appreciate it…” Brian saw red, saw the gun in Dale’s hand, the stricken look on his face, and then saw nothing else except Ethan as he gripped Ethan’s throat and threw him across the office. He heard a sickening crunch as Ethan’s head collided with the wall and then Brian was on him, hauling him to his feet, his fangs sliding out, his eyes dark.
There was defiance in Ethan’s eyes as he stared at Brian, but there was also fear and Brian could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears, could feel Ethan’s pulse under his fingers as he gripped at his throat.
“Go on, show me the monster I know that you are,” Ethan gasped, his fingernails digging into Brian’s hand. Despite the fact he’d drank to nearly his full, Brian felt the hunger rise up, the instinct to lower his head to Ethan’s neck, to drink until the pulse he felt under his fingers stopped, fluttered and died. He was closing the gap between them when the door flung open.
“Brian we have a huge fucking problem,” Mikey’s voice was panicked and Brian pulled his gaze away from Ethan’s neck, kept his grip firm though and felt Ethan’s pulse weaken slightly. Mikey took a step back at the look on Brian’s face, took in the strewn paper, Matt slumped on the couch, no doubt smelled the blood, sex and fear in the room.
“Not now Mikey,” Brian growled and Mikey swallowed.
“Roman…he’s…it’s,” Mikey stuttered and Brian let Ethan go, dropping him to the floor and ignored the desperate gasps from him.
“For fuck’s sake Mikey, get to the point, I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Brian snapped, sliding his fangs back in, his own body reacting to the worry bleeding from Mikey.
“It’s Justin.”
Chapter 9