Chapter 33 B

[Announcement : Due to Chapter 33 being unreadable for some readers, and Satan must be plotting against me for fun. I decided to repost the entire chapter again here. I hope you can all read it this time. Enjoy. And play the song it has English translation.]

"Ili-ili tulog anay, Wala diri imong nanay. Kadto tienda bakal papay. Ili-ili tulog anay."

He felt the soft trickling patter of rain onto his heavily tanned skin, Cyrus took a breath and exhaled opening his eyes looking at the sky.

He wonders. Where am I?

The young boy eased himself to sit up with one hand, he runs it across his face wiping the droplets of rain and gaze at his own surroundings.

What am I doing in a meadow field?

Cyrus rose up to stand and wobbles slightly, then he took in the lovely atmosphere of an amazing flower field around him, it was beautiful.

The view left him in such nostalgia.

His bare feet dug in the fresh earth underneath and that's when Cyrus heard, the crash of powerful waves meeting with the shore, and a voice.

"Mata ka na tabangan mo, ikarga ang nakumpra ko, kay bug-at man sing putos ko, Tabangan mo ako anay"

Cyrus knows who it belongs to.

He doesn't waste another second in running of the singing, and his deleting onyx irises searching urgently for the most important person Cyrus loved.

Cyrus strained his ears to pick up each note and hum he could hear, his hunt lead him to a cliff where the expressionless boy saw the vast ocean.

And found her he did.

"ili ili tulog anay, wala diri imo nanay,

kadto tienda bakal papay..."

"ili ili tulog anay."

The wind gracefully blew, making her long curly hair seemingly float as the woman's singing stops. She turns to glance at Cyrus; smiling.

It suddenly became hard to just stand there and not run into her loving arms. The sound of water breaking into land matching Cyrus's broken heart beating from longing.

"Nay." He whispered painfully.

She only stood there smiling sadly at Cyrus, he took a step forward to her but she slowly shook her head negatively. That's when he couldn't take it anymore, the surge of tears naturally falling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry. You can't go with me, they and someone else needs you more than I do." She explained.

She turns and begins to walk away from Cyrus, he was going to run after her, however Cyrus's legs became weak and dysfunctional.

"Please don't leave me! INAY!"

His hopeless cries didn't stop her as Cyrus could only stare after her, the rain was becoming stronger and the ground went into turning muddy, the gorgeous flowers suddenly tangled themselves onto Cyrus's feet.

"INAY!" He roars in desperation.

Cyrus ripped off the flower's roots no matter how thorny and painful it got, he sprints to catch up to her but the ground was slippery and he trips more than once becoming lost in the raining wet meadow field.

Cyrus roamed his deleting eyes yet couldn't find any traces where she went, and even when he screamed out begging for her to come back.

No one answered his pitiful pleas.

Cyrus sunk down on the ground.

Then folded into a trembling ball.

His shaking body and aching sore throat didn't matter, neither did his bruised hands and tear stained face. Cyrus just felt like he always did; hollow, empty and forgotten.

"Cyrus..."

His ears twich; surprised.

(IM PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T CONTINUE WRITING THE REST OF THE CHAPTER IN A BAD MOOD, SO ILL WRITE IT AND UPDATE WHEN I HAVE COOL OFF AND CALMED THE HELL DOWN. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE EVERYONE. BYE FOR NOW. Bread.) Edit. (*Hours of fixing a broken toaster and feeding my goldfishs* okay I'm feeling better now, let's continue!)

Ever-so-slightly Cyrus eventually glance upwards, Al was standing a few feet from him.

Huh...What's Al doing here?

The tall boy tentatively approaches him and squats down in front of Cyrus. Al slowly caressed his tough little face, with his thumbs gently rubbing off Cyrus's tears away. He was caught by surprise Al didn't hesitate to comfort him and that Cyrus wasn't retaliating against The Alpha.

Al said softly. "Cyrus, don't cry."

Nervous dim deleting irises locked in on warm amber ones, Al brought his face closer to Cyrus planting his own forehead against Cyrus's own.

The blonde boy smiles at him, eyes displaying raw emotions. "I'm here, everything's going to be alright."

Al's pupils seemed like golden.

His breathing became relaxed.

Why do I wanna believe him?

Cyrus had a million questions but that one really stood out the most, why does Al's words soothe him to believe things will be fine. He's not trusted anyone, afraid they'll both hurt and abandoned him someday.

The Alpha smiles kindly at him.

"Cyrus, you don't have to be alone anymore, I will always be here."

Cyrus told himself.

But you don't know...what I'm capable of, and I don't really know myself wholeheartedly; I'm afraid of myself.

The touch of sunlight was the first to greet Cyrus in the morning, as he lay there wrapped in a blanket and just half awake his lids fluttering open. He distinctively sniffed the smell of sweet deedly roasted Marshmallows and old oakwood, along a crackling bonfire.

It smelled homely and secure.

"Ugh...Eggplants...y-yuck." A grouchy moan whispered into Cyrus's left earlobe.

His dead-sea irises flew wide eyed to the sound of the low voice next to him, it then dawns on Cyrus the weight of one steady arm around his waist and another that his head was resting on.

Strong firm chest that's pressed onto his back, humming a melodic beating of Al's heart rate and snoring pattern.

All the while the blonde boy's long chunky legs were intertwined with his own, Cyrus was just there safely tucked inside Al's possession embrace.

PUTEK ANO ITO!? WHAT THE HELL IS AL DOING SLEEPING BESIDE ME!? Cyrus gasp.

"Hhhoooccckkk!!!" Al snored out loudly. It wasn't exactly...the sexy type of snoring.

(Aye, imagine a wild pig crying for help.)

Cyrus's face contorted into both shock and confusion though The Alpha still being asleep, subconsciously drew the poor smaller boy tightly closer to himself.

Snuggling Cyrus's body selfishly.

As though Al was dreaming someone will take his second soul mate away.

His brows pinching, Al grumbles out. "Fuck-ing...No more training...Momma."

The word 'Momma' made Cyrus pause before he busted into his defenses and kicked Al off the bed in his hysterical wake.

Instead of rushing to get away from Al like he'd instinctively do, Cyrus chewed his knuckles and tried calming himself down before taking action. He rotates his head to glare at the blonde boy yet upon seeing how peaceful Al snored, and Al's golden curly hair frames his chiseled features. Cyrus's endless vortex eyes seemed to soften on The Alpha.

Guess you also dream about your own family too. Cyrus sighs, spotting the darken circles under Al's eyelids. I'll let this slide.

"Hoooccckkk!" That almost made Cyrus crack a smile, if it were not the sudden bump of their noses brushing against each other. (Someone take the bloody keyboard away from me, I'm running their moment!)

Their proximity startled him.

Al's hot breath wafting onto Cyrus.

He could tell, he's been smoking more.

Similar to the day drifting into night Al's golden locks dipped into Cyrus's dark hair, he tried to push the blonde boy away but his recent injury still stings...however a new emotion takes over within Cyrus, feeling something else hurting him.

Something below under.

Of-fucking-course, he's got morning wood.

"F...F" Al mumbles. "Fluffy...i-is mine."

What nonsense is he on about now?

Al growled. "N-o...Rocky-y...likes me."

Cyrus thinks. It's official; Al is definitely bipolar. Or at least something along those lines.

The black haired boy tried again to get up, although his squirming only causes Al's member in becoming more excited due to the sparks he felt. This brought The Alpha sensational pleasures.

"Aggghhh." The Alpha groans; raspy.

Al's chest vibrates thus Cyrus shivers.

Cyrus cringed, knowing it's his fault.

My god, this is really embarrassing.

After a few minutes Cyrus managed to use his right arm and lightly shoves Al's face off his, even if he had to touch the drool dripping from the blonde boy's gapping mouth, Cyrus sat himself up. But Al's arms would tug him back by the waistline and he really tried not to sucker-punch his sleeping roommate.

Cyrus stares down at him intently.

He tilted his head noticing a permanent bite mark that's located on Al's back nape.

Those onyx pupils shifted darker.

That's...dangerous, he's lucky it's not as critical unlike my injury is. Al could get in serious trouble for bringing a wild animal inside the dormitories.

Bringing his hand to Al's sunshine hair Cyrus carefully moves some of it away, tracing the bite mark thinking intensely.

Wolves aren't pets, after all; I'd know.

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They're still looking for a donor, No it's not going to be easy. Worse comes to worse he's going to die before they even find a blood type for hybrids. It's not something normal werewolves can afford, even if you try the werewolf black-market."

The Head Alpha grips his phone.

"Miranda is on a plane right now and I don't want it to crash, she's already upset enough Weiler tried to hide his condition from her." Walter nodded then asked him.

"Ernie, how's Shane doing?"

"He's obviously lonely without Weiler here, but Shane is putting on a brave face and always rounding the school grounds at night for any signs of Rogues. It helps, since I'm busy running Northwood and training new recruits in the pack throughout Bridgefield and around Brickcircle." Ernie sounds exasperated yet respectful towards Walter.

"And Al?" Ernie scratches his neck.

"He's still breathing."

"U-huh, so I've been told. What else?" The Vice Beta winced at The Head Alpha's sass.

"Well...you probably know about the High Rank Rouges incident already."

"Miranda broke my eardrums telling me the whole story. I'm just as disappointed as I'm pissed, but I understand my son's situation. Al is just fighting off the fucking family curse of ours."

Ernie was hesitant but questions.

"Do you think...Al is strong enough?"

"He's still breathing; that's proof."

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Author Note :

I had this awesome dream where I rode this train like roller-coaster with no seat belts on my way to Northwood.

I sat second to the last row with Al and Cyrus behind me, I heard Shane reminding everyone to keep their hands and feet inside but then Shane was screaming bloody murder during the ride itself.

Legit it was hilarious, especially since Shane was seated besides me screaming.

Rainier was handed a barf bag after the ride by his step sister Maylin.

Chase and Emmett were the loudest pair seated together. (U know why)

Weiler and Jessie STILL managed to look good in the snap shoot photos.

I on the other hand had my eyes closed and passed out.

By the way, "INAY or Nay" means "Mother" in tagalog.

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es, I'm working on the next chapter, and major plot holes. Don't worry.

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