‹ B E A U

I'm going crazy.

Let me tell you why I'm questioning my sanity. To begin with, I just performed an x-ray on a werewolf I brought home last night. Not only that but said tiny werewolf was causing me to question a lot of things I had previously been secure in. Such as my belief that werewolves didn't exist in the first place. That as well as the fact that under normal circumstances I would never allow a stranger who'd miraculously transformed into a human in the middle of my living room to remain in my house. No, I would have sent them their merry way and possibly called the nearest mental institution to check myself in.

Once I got over the initial shock of seeing him as a human, I couldn't help but notice how malnourished he looked. I could practically see his bones. So then I just had to help him. He reminded me of the lost puppies I see at the clinic all the time. It made me want to help him find his home, but of course, he wouldn't have a home. He'd been living the woods all alone for eleven years. After learning that it was like every overprotective cell in my body were activated all at once. If helping him meant he would stay with me for the foreseeable future, then that's what would happen.

But that's not what makes me crazy. What makes me question whether or not I am fit to call myself sane is my unexplainable attraction to the little wolfman. That and the fact that I haven't called the cops yet. There was just something unexplainable about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame. I wanted him. In more ways than one. This caused a few complications in and of itself.

I had to leave Kolbe in the room. My brain was fuzzy and I couldn't tell you what was going through my head when he walked up to me so deliciously naked and so unbelievably innocent. I just had to have him in my arms. Damn, I've only known the boy for a few hours yet everything in me desired to make him mine. There is something wrong with me. I didn't even know his last name and yet I wanted to— god, the things I want to do to him. I groaned.

Fuck, I need help.

I was cut from my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. Fishing the device from my pants, I swiped the screen after reading the caller ID before pressing it to my ear.

"Hey, Ro," I greeted my little sister. "How are you?"

"Hi, I'm good, how about yourself?" She greeted in return. I bit my lip. At the moment I was going through a lot. Between treating a werewolf and questioning the validity of my sanity, I can say that I wasn't doing too hot. I couldn't tell her that, so I settled for the customary 'fine'.

"How's school?" I asked. It had been a while since the last time we talked. Ro was currently going to school to become a medical examiner. Her university was a few hours away so I only saw her every so often.

"Good actually, I was calling to tell you I'm in town for the weekend, mind if I come over?" My eyes narrowed suspiciously. Usually, when my sister came to visit she didn't call ahead to ask if she could come over, she'd just show up.

"Rowan you never call in advance. What's up?" I pointed out. Although, I admit I was grateful for the early notice. It gave me time to figure out what to do with my little werewolf situation.

"Umm- well, ya see..." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the nervous edge to her voice.

"What is it?" I asked half amused and borderline annoyed.

"Okay, okay, just listen, don't get ma-"

"Don't get mad?!" I boomed into the phone. I was extremely overprotective of my sister. I knew this, she knew this. So it should go without saying that this is not what she should start with when trying to tell me something. I heard her sigh into the phone. "What the fuck do you mean, don't get mad, fuck is going on?! Are you okay-"

"Yes! I'm fine. Sergent Crazy-pants." She cut me off. "How you get mad before I even finish tellin' you not to get mad?"

"You know damn well not to tell me to not get mad, because you know I'm gonna get mad," I growled back at her. She knows if there's one thing I don't play about, it's her and Mama. The two women in my life who mean the world to me. I promised Pops I'd take care of them and, damnit, that's what I'm going to do.

"Anyway," I could practically hear her eyes rolling. There was a pause and could practically feel her trepidation through the phone. Before I could tell her to just spit it out, she beat me to it. "Ah, fuck it- look, I have a child-" I didn't hear anything she said after that. It's like something snapped in my brain. I tried not to lose it, vaguely aware of her calling my name over the line. Little did she know, I was about to pop my top. Or maybe she did know and was currently trying to calm me down.

Either way, I so was lost in trying to process the information that I didn't even notice Kolbe slip into the hallway, eyeing me in confusion as he walked toward me. It was only when he placed a hand on my arm and called my name in that sweet little voice of his that I was able to get my shit together.

Without thinking, I reached out and cupped his cheek in my free hand. He leaned into the touch, causing my heart to race. His brown eyes fluttered a bit as a delectable blush filled his cheeks. How can someone so sweet and innocent be so ridiculously tempting?

"Beau!" My sister barked through the phone, breaking me out of one of the many staring matches Kolbe and I have taken part in. Sometimes it was like I couldn't look anywhere else but him. Everything simply paled in comparison. "Damnit! I know you ain't hang up!"

"Child. A child, not a baby?" Was all my muddled brain could come up with. Rowan scoffed. "Who's the father? I need his name, number, address, what he look like-"

"It's a girl-"

"The child is a girl? That's nice, now let's talk about the daddy." I said, pressing the issue. I didn't care about the child right now, knowing me I would spoil her rotten. As far as I was concerned she already held the same status as my sister and Mama in my mind- to be protected at all cost. Right now I was more interested in the bastard the knocked up my adorable baby sister so I could find him and end him.

"Girlfriend. It's my girlfriend's child." I won't lie, I was stumped. I didn't know how to respond to that. Kolbe pressed his little body closer to mine, head tilted in concern at the look of confusion on my face. Taking my hand off his cheek, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pressed him further into my chest. I don't why but having him in my arms made me feel better. As if the world made sense so long as he was there.

"So the baby's not a girl- did you adopt-'

"Yes, she's a girl, nitwit, and it's complicated."

"I see."

"I want you to meet them. I'll explain everything tonight, okay?" I took a deep breath through my nose, before releasing it. This girl is trying to make me an uncle at the age of 26.

"Are you going to bring them?" I asked.

"Yes, that's why I called, to tell you I wasn't coming alone. Oh, and I'm bringing Mama too."
She replied, relieved that I'd calmed down a little.

"Mama?" I questioned curiously.

"Yep. So you'll behave." I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me as I looked down at my wide-eyed werewolf. How was I going to explain away a whole human being to my nosy ass sister and the woman that she got it from?

"Is this bad timing?" She asked.

"Uh, kinda, but don't worry about it, it's fine," I assured her. Not really, but I'll figure it out. "What time are you coming over?"

"Around five, oh, and Ma said she's cooking."

"Alright," I said,  eager to be off the phone so I could form a plan of action.

"Well, I'll see you later, thanks for being understanding. Love you, bro." She said.

"No problem, I love you too sis, see you in a bit." I removed the phone from my ear once I heard the line go dead I gave my full attention to the little werewolf waiting patiently, pressed against me.

"You have a sister?" He asked, tilting head to the side like he always did she curious about something. I nodded placing my phone back in my pocket. I didn't want to let him go but it seemed like I'd been holding onto him way longer than decency allowed. I stepped back, letting him go. I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes but reasoned with myself that my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Yes, and she's coming over tonight along with some other people." I gave him the heads up, watching his expressions closely. I wonder if he was ready to talk to other people besides me yet.
"Do you have any siblings?" I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Kolbe shook his head in the negative, his shoulder-length dark hair swaying with the motion.

"No. It's always just been me." I couldn't help but think how true that statement was. From what he told me, he's been alone for a very long time. I don't know what possessed me to say it this morning, but I promised him he would never be lonely again. I might have said it in the spur of the moment but I meant it.

"Let's go home." Kolbe's eyes grew wide as his lip began wobbling. He bit the trembling flesh, taking a deep breath.

"Home?" I could see how much that one word meant to him. Damnit, why is he so cute? I groaned mentally.

"Yeah,  it's your home for as long as you want, Kolbe." He smiled at me gratefully. It was in that moment I knew he had me wrapped around his dainty little fingers.

"Come on," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit. The weird tingly sensation I got whenever we came into contact appeared. Surprisingly I'd gotten used to the shocks.

I opened the car door for Kolbe, making sure he was strapped in before moving to my side of the car and getting in.

I had five hours until my house was taken over by the women in my life. How in the hell am I going to explain having a naive, adorable, innocent wolfman living in my house?

Shit, I'm fucked.

‹ AUTHOR'S NOTE

Ugh, they're so cute.

Time to meet the in-laws. I wonder how Beau's gonna handle a werewolf,  a nosy sister and her new family without losing his sanity.

Let's just say the next chapter is going to be interesting.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter please leave your thoughts in the comments, I love reading them. 😍

Sorry about the confusion, I accidentally published this chapter before it was ready and had to take it down.

- J.T.