Star Crossed
Two wolf/ Siberian husky mixes, one darker than the other, are watching the stars in the sky. They had just come back with Balto after he found the lost sled, brought it back, and got the serum to the hospital building. Alex, a wolf/ German shepherd mix with silver eyes, had sat in front of the hospital and waited till the first of the children came out.
He didn't like to admit it, but Alex loves every single one of those kids. His litter mate, Alexandria loved to watch him play with them, before she would come down and play too.
The darker one looks towards the other and smiles. "I love watching the stars. They are so beautiful. Don't you agree Ryan?"
Ryan, the lighter one with green eyes, looks towards the darker one and nods his head. "Yeah, I love watching the stars Kyle, I really do."
Kyle smiles and looks back up at the stars, not even realizing that Ryan is still looking at him. Kyle sighs heavily and, when looking back at Ryan, Ryan leans forward and kisses him on the muzzle.
Kyle pulls back, surprised by what Ryan just did. 'What… What the hell?"
"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I… I better go," Ryan says, stuttering and panicking while running off towards Nome.
"Ryan, wait! I… I didn't mean to…"
As Ryan made it back to his home, fear starts building up within him. "What if he tells the others? What will they think of me? Oh God, I already can imagine what they'll say. Alex will be all, 'You little fagot, I'm going to tear you apart,' and Hunter will be like, 'Ryan, I am so disappointed in you'. I need to get out of here!"
"Get out of where?"
Fear, the one emotion that can make the rational irrational, that can tear down the walls of sanity, that can destroy any ounce of courage, starts to build up inside of Ryan. He might as well have heard the voice of Satan speak to him right now, for as he turned around, his Satan was frowning at him.
It was none other than Alex.
"Get out of where Ryan," Alex asks again, this time more determined to get an answer.
"Well…," Ryan couldn't say. He was more afraid of how Alex could possibly react than anything else. Alex scared him, more so than Steele ever did.
"I need to get out of… this collar! It is really itching my neck," answers Ryan as he hustles out of the house.
Alex, dumbfounded at what just happened, merely says, "But… you're not wearing a collar…"
Having determined that his escape attempt when successfully since Alex didn't follow, Ryan starts to walk through the alleys, trying to figure out if he was in a good place.
'Okay… so Kyle hates me, Alex doesn't know, my brother doesn't know… I'm so screwed. They are going to yell and scream and swear at me! I just know it!'
"Hey Ryan… You okay? You don't look so good."
Ryan twists around and sees Alexandria. "Oh goodness, you scared the daylights out of me."
"Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't mean too," Alexandria says apologetically.
"You should warn people before you do stuff like that," Ryan quickly scolds.
Alexandria, feeling ashamed at what she did, starts to cry before walking away.
'Great, nice going you big jerk.'
Ryan sighs, but instead of going after her, he keeps walking, hoping to receive his answer soon. His mind was clouded, his thoughts were faint, his emotions were destroying him, but one thing was clear to him; Alex and Hunter are the enemy, while Kyle is the victim.
Ryan sighs heavily, for the answer he just thought of is even more clouded then he. Alex and Hunter aren't the enemy, they just don't understand. They may never know, but he will give them time to understand.