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House of Wolves, Plus One

10


Mikey had just stepped off of the porch when he saw Bob emerging from the trees...with a body in his arms. His breath caught in his throat...how many more injured could they take? He hurried over to meet the other Alpha.


"Who is he?"


He asked as he pushed the unconscious boy's blood matted hair from his face.


"He said his name's Frank. I’m guessing he’s the new Alpha from Brendon’s pack, but he passed out before I could question him."


Mikey nodded, checking Frank’s pulse. It was slow and weak, but it was there.


"Ok, lets take him inside. If he is who he said he is, then Dallon can confirm and we can try to fix him up."


"I don’t think all this blood is his...but I’d say it’s all Lupo."


Mikey sniffed as they headed toward the house. He grunted in distaste and nodded.


"You’re right. This boy's been in one Hell of a fight, and I’m not entirely sure who won..."


He helped Bob up the steps so he didn’t trip, then opened the front door.


"We'll have to clean him off before we tend to his wounds...looks like he took a bath in blood."


Bob chuckled darkly.


"Yeah, I been in fights before, you know that...but I’ve never seen anyone walk away looking like this."


Mikey hummed his agreement, then paused in the hallway.


"I don’t think he walked. Can you take him to the wash room please, we can clean him off there. I’m going to bring Dallon down to identify him...or not as the case may be."


Bob nodded.


"Of course. Should I start bathing him or wait for you?"


"You can start, I won’t be long."


Bob nodded, then carried on down to the end of the hall and straight into the wash room.


The room had been the pack's bathing room when the elders were still alive, but now that the house was no longer used as a home, the room was rarely ever utilised. There was an old cast iron bath tub, the type with clawed feet and a metal piped faucet on one side, and three wet room style showers along one wall, along with three wash basins and an old couch in the corner. In the old days, several members of the pack would bathe at the same time...there was no embarrassment as that was just the way it was done. Now however, everyone had their own bathrooms in their own dwellings...Bob kinda missed the way it used to be.


Bob contemplated the bath tub for a moment, but then decided that the showers would be easier. He gently lay the boy onto the couch and set to undressing himself. He was already covered in blood from carrying Frank, so he’d have to get out of his clothes soon anyway...and he would get wet cleaning the boy, so he though he might as well undress now. When he was naked, he moved over to the nearest shower and turned it on, checking the temperature. The pipes rattled and groaned with age and he feared that they’d be stuck with cold water, but after a few moments, the water started to warm up and he smiled, thanking the Goddess for this mercy.


As he crossed back over to pick up the unconscious boy, the door opened and Mikey walked in. He was carrying Dallon in his arms and the Beta looked like he’d been crying. Bob frowned slightly.


"Everything Ok?"


Mikey smiled tiredly and gave a small nod.


"Yeah, things are just getting on top of everyone..."


He turned his eyes to the boy in his arms.


"Dallon honey?...is that your friend Frank?"


He stepped closer to the couch so Dallon could get a better look. The Beta was shaking slightly, his face turned in against Mikey’s shoulder. He sniffed, then lifted his head to look. His breath hitched and his eyes went wide.


"Oh my Goddess!...Frank...it’s Frank. Is he ok?"


Mikey smiled reassuringly at the Beta.


"I think he’s gonna be ok. That’s not all his blood, don’t worry..."


Dallon let out a deep shaky breath, then nodded, resting his head back on Mikey’s shoulder. Mikey looked at Bob.


"I’m gonna take Dallon back to the living room. Can you start, and I’ll come help you in a minute."


Bob nodded.


"Of course. I got this."


Mikey smiled gratefully at him, then left the room. Bob turned back to the unconscious Alpha, cause now he knew that’s what the boy was. He carefully picked him up and carried him over to the shower, stepping in under the warm spray. Frank whimpered, his body jolting and tensing, then going limp again as the water flowed over him. Bob frowned and moved down to kneel on the floor. He supported Frank’s body with one arm and used his other hand to carefully wash away the blood. He looked up when the door opened again and Mikey walked in. He had a bundle of clothes, dressings, blankets and towels in his arms, that he set on the arm of the couch.


"I brought you some clean clothes too..."


He said as he started to strip off.


"How you doing there?"


"I could do with some soap and a cloth."


Bob said with a half smile. Mikey chuckled.


"I remember. You always did forget to fetch those before your bath..."


He went to the wash basins and opened the cupboard under the right hand one, pulling out a bottle of homemade baby soap and an off-white rag. He closed the cupboard door and walked over to Bob, sinking to his knees beside him to help.


"If you can hold him, I’ll do the rest."


Bob nodded and they got to work. They had been at it for a good ten minutes when Bob broke the silence.


"Mikey..."


"Hmm?"


Mikey continued washing Frank’s stomach, careful of the five nasty slashes that we’re still bleeding sluggishly.


"I really am sorry for letting you down before. I know I messed up, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for that...but thank you. Thank you for trusting me enough to give me the chance to make amends."


Mikey’s hand stilled and he looked up, sighing softly. He stared at the other man for a few moments, then sighed again.


"I do forgive you Robert...because Gee does..."


He looked back down and continued to clean away the gore.


"I just want our pack to be safe...all of our pack. You aren’t a bad man Robert, but like you said, you were thinking with your dick and not your head...you need to not do that, Ok?"


"Yes Alpha, I know. I’ll try harder. I promise."


Mikey smiled, looking up again.


"I know you will. Now, let’s sit him up a bit so I can wash his back."


The two Alphas smiled at each other and continued to work. By the time Mikey had washed away all of the blood on Frank’s beautifully inked skin, and out of his hair, it was edging toward dawn. Soft golden light was glowing through the opaque glass window of the wash room and the two Alphas were yawning every few minutes. But they were finally done and could see what damage was there.


There were the deep claw marks across Frank’s lower stomach, several other shallower cuts on his thighs, arms, chest and back...and there was a head wound. There was a deep cut on the right side of the boy's head, hidden in his hair and surrounded by a rather impressive lump. Mikey was pretty sure that this was why Frank was still unconscious...and that worried him quite a bit.


Carefully, Mikey and Bob dried Frank off and dressed his wounds, then pulled an old pair of sweatpants onto him and wrapped a blanket around him for warmth, and so his wounds could be easily checked...then they got themselves dried and dressed. Frank had stirred a little from time to time, but he hadn’t woken up. That wasn’t a good sign in Mikey’s mind.


Mikey carefully picked Frank up and carried him out of the wash room, while Bob stayed to clean up the mess they’d made and collect the blood soaked clothes for either the wash, or to be burned later. Mikey took Frank to the living room and gently lay him down on the unoccupied couch by the fire. He checked the boy’s temperature, which was normal, thankfully, then turned to check on everyone else.


Brendon was sleeping and actually looked a little better...he wasn’t shaking and sweating anymore, so Mikey guessed that his fever had broken. Dallon was asleep on the blankets next to his Alpha. His injured hand was laid across his belly and the other one was holding Brendon’s hand. Mikey smiled softly at that, he was glad they had each other, and when they were awake, he would reunite them with the rest of their family.

The two Betas, who Mikey had been reminded were called Ashton and Steven, were spooned up together on the rug, sharing a single blanket...they were a cute pair and they reminded Mikey of Daniel and Phillip somewhat, though they were a little on the tougher side like Pete and Patrick.


Mikey turned to the armchair next to see Phillip curled up exactly as he was earlier, then to the beanbag that Ray was asleep in. Mikey smiled fondly and yawned. He wanted to just crawl onto the beanbag with him and hold the boy in his arms, to feel him close and know he was safe...but first he had to go check on the others. He wouldn’t rest til he knew everyone else was settled.


Quietly he left the room and headed to the dining room. He met Bob on the way and smiled tiredly at him.


"I’m just doing a last check on everyone, could you do a last check on the doors and windows...make sure we’re locked down tight?"


"Of course."


"Then, can you sleep in the back bedroom please?...Gee and Daniel are in the red room and I won’t hear them from down here if they need something or if there’s a problem, or if..."


Bob placed a hand gently on Mikey’s arm to still him.


"I’ll watch over them. Trust me, please?"


Mikey sighed heavily and nodded.


"Thank you Robert. Good night."


"More like good morning."


Bob chuckled quietly. Mikey smiled, then Bob nodded with a small smile in return and went to do his final sweep of the house before turning in for a few hours sleep.


Mikey watched him go, then went to the dining room. He opened the door quietly and peeked in, and was relieved to see that everyone was sound asleep, and no one seemed to be distressed by nightmares of what had happened. Closing the door softly, he headed up the stairs...he knew he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep until he’d seen his brother. When he reached the door, he quietly opened it and peered inside. He smiled to see Gerard and Daniel curled up together, nose to nose, fast asleep. He wanted to go in and cuddle up with his brother, but he also didn’t want to wake him, so he quietly closed the door again and went back downstairs.


He walked silently into the living room and closed the door, then went over to the beanbag and crawled on behind his mate, wrapping his arms around the boy and holding him close. Ray stirred slightly, purring quietly before settling back down to sleep. It wasn’t long before Mikey was drifting off as well, happy that for now at least, everyone could rest.





Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So this week's been a little rough, getting over a traumatic experience, but I’m getting better and have been hard at work writing as it takes my mind off of things...so I thought I should give you another chapter.

I hope you enjoyed this, as I’m actually quite fond of this chapter. :)

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
<3

Comments

@Toxic Laughter
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@Toxic Laughter
Glad you enjoyed it.
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2/17/19

I love this story!

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2/17/19

@cecke8
Glad you liked it...just sorry it took so long to finish.
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