Okay, so, this is my first chapter in almost a year. I'm so so sorry! But I'm here! Yey!

Okie, Onto chapter :D

Also, my writing style has changed a lot and I hopefully can write more and better yey

Mitch's voice was hoarse and barely there. He glanced towards the place where Jerome had disappeared and twitched slightly, before he flexed his toes and looked back towards the others. They looked uncomfortable, and the one in the middle with strange dark things over his eyes started to turn away, but the Blue Fast Wet one grabbed his shoulder and hissed something to him that had his shoulders tensing and it made Mitch want to run. He wanted Jerome to come back, he wanted his mate, he wanted to be safe and warm in their den. He didn't want to be here with these civilised people. He felt unclean and undressed and way too awkward. He could barely remember what to do now. He felt his hands begin to shake. Suddenly, warmth and comfort smothered his fears and send waves of love and trust spiral through his mind. He sent his thanks through their bond and smiled a tiny smile. It was then that he realised Dark Eye Man was talking.

"Hey, can you understand me?" He asked, snapping his fingers a few times. Mitch pulled his lip up over his teeth. Not quite as impressive as Jeromes, but still rather prominent. The man stepped back, flinching. Now that he was satisfied with his space, he relaxed slightly, but not fully. He never did, especially around people he didn't know. In fact, the only time he actually had relaxed completely was after mating with Jerome, and that didn't happen as often as he would have liked. Dark Eye Man was speaking again, but Mitch had lost interest now and began to poke at a thorn in his arm. It had been there a few hours now, and it was annoying. Just like the yammering the stupid Dark Eye Man was doing. He started to pull on the thorn, irritated, but it was large and deeply lodged in his skin. Then, a thought occurred to him. He didn't technically have to stay, did he? He could leave.

Yet, something pulled at his mind, something made him want to stay. Maybe it was the fact that these people seemed familiar to him. They were the same. He glanced down at his own hands, then moved forward and grabbed hold of the Dark Eye Mans, comparing them. His own were slightly darker and larger, but they were near enough the same. With a small noise of distress, he began to turn away. But the Dark Eye Man held onto his hand, and he snarled, snatching it away as if burned.

Mitch ran, away from the place with the people who seemed to reach for him, even after he was far away. He ran until he was burrowed back in his den, under the cold furs. Jerome wasn't there yet, and it made Mitch even more afraid. He wanted to go back to them, but he didn't. He wanted the simplicity his life gave now. Yet he didn't. His thoughts remained in shambles until he heard the tell-tale sound of Jerome barrelling through the underbrush. As he watched, the fluffy brown face of his mate appeared in the entrance to the den, followed by the rest of him. Mitch burrowed deeper into the furs until only his wide brown eyes were visible. He heard Jerome rumble, and then felt him crawl into the makeshift bed. They curled around each-other, unaware the next day would shatter their lives entirely. For now, they were content to lay together, happy and warm. It wasn't the life Mitch's mother had planned for him, nor was it normal. But it was happy, and that was what truly mattered.

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-Sky :D