*AN- Alright so maybe not within a couple of days but hey a lot faster than my last update. The only thing I have to say is that this chapter may contain content that some people may not enjoy reading. All I'm going to say is if you're not okay with a gay pair then just flat out don't read it. Don't read it, or this, and go bitch about it in the comments or in a PM to myself. Literally just don't read it. No one is forcing you to do so, and no one wants to hear your bitching. Just going to be completely blunt about that. However, if you don't mind that sort of thing, read away! With any luck, I'll be able to keep up a good pace of updates. As always please feel free to leave your thoughts, I really enjoy seeing so many people enjoying my content. Well anyway I'll stop holding you up now. Enjoy!

*Hutch's P.O.V.*

I'd been angry before in my life. When my mom died, when Jason ran off and threatened to kill everyone, when Sadie and my friends were all hurt before the war when the rouges tried to kidnap an omega from the pack, and even when I'd first met my dad. But nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to watching helplessly as Jason took a bullet to try and protect Humphrey. Even Sadie jumped in as Leon took another shot which would have also hit myself. When I saw her fall to the ground, my entire existence went numb. My limbs were weak, I felt light headed, my vision started to blur, and worst of all was the feeling of nausea. It was as though my entire consciousness was cut off from reality.

I'd never felt so helpless in my life. I was genuinely scared. My mind went blank, I couldn't even think long enough to howl for help. Watching my lover and friend being shot down right before my eyes while trying to protect what was precious to them, was the worst thing I'd ever had to witness. As I sat there, a voice began to cry out in my head.

"You want to kill them don't you," it hissed wickedly. Despite the sinister nature of the voice, I couldn't bear to disagree. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to chase the two humans down and maul them as brutally as I physically could.

"Go ahead, chase them down. They took away what you cared about, what you cherished. Do it," it almost seemed to laugh. My body seemed to then act on its own accord.

"Percy," I said aloud "watch Humphrey. I'm going to go kill those bastards."

Before he could stop me, I darted off after the pair faster than I'd ever thought I could run. Some would have said it was foolish to chase after some humans just to settle some grudge. But I didn't care. At that moment in time all I was concerned with was catching those two and swallowing them alive. I wanted to rip them into little tiny pieces and throw them around the forest. I wanted to paint the scenery red with their entrails. I wanted to kill them.

They were easy enough to follow. They'd been injured and were leaving a nice trail of blood which was so obvious even a blind squirrel could have tracked them. As I chased them, I felt a strange chill in the air. It was spring now, the weather was warm, yet I felt like the air around me dropped below freezing. The blistering sunlight quickly away washed the sensation. I passed it off as merely an after effect of my adrenaline rush.

That is, until the screams started.

I could sense myself closing nearer the pair, but some gut instinct told me to stay as far away as possible. I'd never encountered a human before today, but even I know something was wrong with the way they shouted. It was the kind of sound I imagine they'd make if their mind went into full panic mode. The tone suddenly got higher pitched and a plethora of other sounds were thrown into the mix.

I could hear flesh being ripped, bones crunching, meat and muscle tearing. I'd hunted at least a hundred times, and these were all things I'd heard before. But there was something distinctly sickening about this time. I could hear blood splattering. I was used to the sight of blood, but there was something unsettling about the sound of it being thrown in all directions. Covering everything it could.

The sight of it was something I doubt I'll ever forget for as long as I live.

I may have wanted to kill those fuckers for what they did, but the scene I came across was like something out of a nightmare. There was a spot in the path I was following that led into a circular break in the trees. Inside that circle was the single goriest thing I could have witnessed. The scent was that of the humans, but there was nothing left of them except tiny little chunks. The place was practically covered from top to bottom in a river of blood. I doubted I could have found an inch of ground that wasn't soaking red.

What remained of the two hunters was also scattered around. The biggest piece I could make out was hardly bigger than a pup's paw, and it was a chunk of brain sticking to the side of a tree. Along with it were thousands of other chunks of flesh, muscle, and organs that were thrown around wildly like some sort of sick decoration. As I walked around I could feel myself being coated in the stuff as it dripped from branches or scraped onto me from the bushes. The nausea in my stomach kicked up a notch, causing me to instantly vomit. Then a sense of dread came over me. What had done this?

"It's despicable how weak they are isn't it," an evil hiss called out to me. I couldn't believe I had missed it, but standing in the clearing right in front of me was a wolf. Or, what I could only assume was a wolf. A wolf made up of your worst fears and pure terror. His fur was stunningly blood red, and while it did have fresh blood on it I could tell his fur was naturally (or rather unnaturally) this color.

I'd never seen a wolf this large either. I'd met Ivan, the supposed largest and strongest wolf who was living, but this guy made him look like an omega. He practically oozed with an intoxicating feeling of raw power. His shoulders were as broad as a bear, hell he may as well have been the size of a bear. He beamed down at me with a pair of fiery red eyes and I instantly felt an overwhelming desire to back away in fear. What in the name of Lupa was this thing.

"W-who are you," I managed to ask finally, though my voice was quite soft.

"Thousands of years of yearning to rip a human apart and I'm met with a soft bag of flesh that screams when you look. And they're supposed to be the dominant species," he continued to monologue as though he hadn't even heard my question. "Not at all like us wolves, eh Hutch?"

"H-h-how do you know my name," I asked as my danger sense began to go into overdrive. It was like every synapse in my brain was yelling at me to get myself as far away from this place as possible, but my body was too paralyzed by fear.

"Oh, come on, stop playing games Hutch. You know who I am don't you? I should be so familiar to you," he cracked what I could only assume was a smile and stepped towards me.

"I've never seen you before in my life," I gasped as I withheld the urge to scream in panic.

"I'm hurt Hutch, after all we've been through and you don't recognize me? That's a shame," he shook his head and began to circle me, almost like he was waiting for the opportunity to pounce on me.

"What do you mean all we've been through and you can't even recognize your own little Fenrir," my heart skipped a beat. What was this thing talking about? Suddenly he growled violently as though something angered him. I nearly jumped out of my skin for fear that he was about to rip my throat out. Instead he turned to me and gave a twisted smile.

"In time Hutch. But it seems like our little pow-wow must be cut short. I'll catch you around," he seemed to laugh as he turned away and started to walk off.

"Hutch," my dad was pretty much right in my ear when he shouted my name causing me to once again jump out of my fur. I turned to find him in both complete disgust and horror.

"Dad, I-"

"Who were you talking to just now," he demanded.

"Whoever the he-" when I turned back the thing I was talking to was gone without even a trace. He hadn't made a sound. I turned back to my dad who seemed to be both angry and concerned. The expression was just as confusing looking as it sounds. "Dad I swear there was a big ass wolf who was sitting here. He had blood red fur and-"

"That's enough Hutch," he shivered violently "I've seen enough. Now get your ass back to the pack."

Something seemed off about the way my dad spoke to me. I couldn't tell but he almost sounded angry at me. Admittedly yes running after a pair of hunters was a dumb idea, but I assumed he'd at least be happy to find me safe. But I did as he commanded and followed him back to the territory. The whole trip he was dead silent, like he refused to utter a single word to me. Finally, I had to break the silence.

"Dad, I know I shouldn't have chased those hunters, but I just lost control of myself," I said quickly trying to defend my actions.

"Enough to abandon your friends and mate in a dire situation because of some grudge? To risk your own life as well? All for what, the chance to turn a pair of hunters into pulp," I'd never heard my father so upset before. It was kind of scary to see him like this.

"Dad, I never touched the hunters, I swear," I rushed up beside him to try and prove my honest but he wasn't convinced.

"Don't lie to me Hutch. I know what I saw," he growled to show he was being serious.

"It wasn't me though! It was that other wolf," I pleased.

"Hutch there was no other wolf there, stop making shit up just to try and get off the hook," I could tell my pleas were only upsetting him even further. Even I was growing frustrated at him for not believing me.

"Dad please, you have to believe me,"

"Shut up. Now go clean yourself off, I'm not taking you back to the pack looking like that," he glared back at me as though he might try to bite my throat. I felt a lump in my throat. I'd never expected my own father to treat me this way. Had something come over him? Grudgingly I nodded and made my way down to the stream he had stopped us by. The stream was at the bottom of a small hill which dad remained at the top of. I sighed and threw myself into the cold water.

"He doesn't believe you, you know," Fenrir chuckled from just down the stream from me. I yelped and turned to find him not ten feet away from me. His fur seemed to be turning the stream down from us pure red, yet his fur remained the same color. I started to call out to my father but he quickly shook his head not to.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wouldn't want to upset him any further now would we," he smirked and took a few steps towards me.

"What do you want," I growled softly, though it was a lot less intimidating than I'd hoped it would sound.

"You know, after all this time I thought you would be happy to see me. We haven't had the chance to see one another since Jason had me imprisoned with my father," I felt an uneasiness in my stomach. Was this whatever had taken control of Jason? No, it couldn't have been. That was ridiculous. Then again, I'd seen a spirit before. I guess the idea wasn't entirely out of the question.

"Please Hutch, don't confuse me with some sort of petty psychopath," I hadn't even said anything. This thing had just read my mind. "Yes, I can ready your mind."

"Stop that," I barked which seemed to amuse him.

"Oh please Hutch, what happened to the you that enjoyed my little trick."

"Stop pretending that you know me," I demanded louder than I intended.

"Hutch, get up here," I heard my dad shout, which caused me to look in his direction. When I turned back Fenrir had vanished and the water was once again running clear. I stepped out of the water and shook off as best I could before meeting my father back by the path.

"Dad listen-" I started to apologize but he cut me off.

"I'm taking you to see Arora."

*Percy's P.O.V.*

If it hadn't been for Leon I was almost certain that Jason and Sadie would have died. Shortly after Hutch ran off and help arrived he assisted in patching up his own wounds before turning to help them. Jason was a lot worse for wear. He had taken a shot straight to the chest which had miraculously missed his heart, while Sadie was only hit less violently by a bullet which had already passed through Leon's thigh which softened the blow. Watching Leon work was truly humbling. He was so calm, even after being injured himself, I decided I would have never made it as a healer.

"Sadie should recover quickly, but Jason will be down for a few months at least," he explained as he had just done to Eve and Felix before. I was surprised to see him up and limping around.

"Shouldn't you also be resting," I asked in a sort of scolding way.

"Probably," he admitted "but I'm going to at least make it back to my den before I do."

"That's not good for you, you want some help," I offered but he merely shrugged off the thought.

"I can make it," he tried to reassure me with a smile but quickly grimaced as he took another shaky step. I rolled my eyes and lowered myself and hoisted him up onto my back. To be an alpha, he was on the smaller side so carrying him was hardly a chore.

"H-hey! At least warn a guy before you do that," I could tell I'd made him nervous. Of all the things to get nerves about he chose this?

"Couldn't let you hobble around like that all the way back to your den. You'd collapse long before you made it," I said justifying my suddenness. Probably not the best thing to do in hindsight, considering it made things incredibly awkward.

"If I'd known this was all a guy had to do to get a lift I'd have gotten shot a long time ago," he joked which helped to ease some of the tension which I was thankful for.

"Pfft, that's the laziest thing I've ever heard," I managed to chuckle at his joke.

"You clearly don't know me well enough. I'm lazy as shit," he admitted, though I wasn't entirely sure he was serious.

"That a joke? Best healer in the pack and you're the lazy one," I smirked.

"Hey just because I'm good at what I do doesn't mean I'm not lazy. Even if I do enjoy my work, I also enjoy just laying back and watching the clouds. It's a good way to relax and forget the stresses of life," he gave a soft sight and I slowly felt the awkwardness begin to fade between us.

"Just sounds lazy to me," I joked, which he pushed my back for as he laughed.

"Asshole! I'm opening up to you and you're not taking it seriously."

"You're right, I'm not," I smirked back playfully.

"Dick move man," he chuckled softly before laying his head onto my back.

"Tired," I asked.

"Yeah, I ate a lot of fermented berries to help dull the pain and they're making me really sleepy. Hope you don't mind dropping me off by my den."

"Not at all," I agreed, but it seemed like he'd already managed to doze off.

I honestly didn't mind dropping the guy off, but something felt weird. Thankfully he'd fallen asleep which gave me time to think things over. As he and I had been talking I began to suspect that Leon wasn't exactly being truthful about a few things. For example, when he first came to see me at my den. I assumed there was more to it than him just wanting to check up on me. Our most recent conversation as well also helped confirm what I had been thinking. I wasn't ready to say anything to him, but I got the feeling that Leon was in fact attracted to me.

Of course, there was nothing against this in pack law. There were plenty of homosexual couples in both the east, west, and even the north. However, I didn't know if I felt the same way. Or did I? I mean, yeah Leon was definitely attractive, and he was really cool and funny, but I didn't know if I was necessarily attracted to him in a romantic sense. I'd never even questioned my own sexual orientation to be blunt. But I think my subconscious was doing that for me.

There was something I found almost endearing about packing the smaller male around on my back. The way he was laying I could feel how well built he was underneath all his fur. He may not have shown it, but he was in great shape. His figure was long and slender, almost feminine in a way. Which I must admit I found extremely cute. But I wasn't gay, was I?

As I reached his den I hunkered down low enough to slide into the entrance with him still on my back. I laid him softly onto the cool dirt, being careful not to jostle his leg too quickly. As I looked down at him, I felt a little guilty just leaving him there by himself. I decided it wouldn't hurt if I stayed around to make sure he didn't need anything. I laid down relatively close to him, but not so close we were in contact with one another.

As I watched him sleep it occurred to me that I was completely okay with being gay, as long as it was with Leon.