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14. Whizz

Isat in the MC clubhouse, sharing a beer with Piston. The familiar hum of activity in the background provided a comforting backdrop to our conversation.

”I”m sorry to hear about your brother,” Piston said, his tone filled with genuine sympathy.

I nodded, taking a sip of my beer.

”Yeah,” I replied. ”I always expected it, but it still stings, you know? To know I”ll never see Jake grown up.”

Piston looked at me, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. ”Why don”t you ever talk about him, Whizz?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It was a question I had heard many times before, and it never got any easier to answer.

”It”s just... too hard,” I admitted.

Talking about Jake brought back memories and emotions that I often found overwhelming.

Some wounds were best left untouched.

”Tell me about the werewolf who attacked Travis,” I asked Piston, wanting to change the topic.

It had been the right move sending Piston and Nitro to check up on the rescued omegas and their families.

The recent events had me on edge, and I needed to know more about our adversaries.

Piston leaned forward, ready to share his account.

”I was keeping an eye on Travis and his brother,” he began. ”They were having lunch in town, nothing out of the ordinary. But then, I noticed a dark blue car with a different state license plate following them at a distance,” Piston said.

I listened intently as he continued, recounting the details of what he had witnessed.

”The moment Travis” brother entered a hardware store, that”s when it happened. The wolf shifter in the car behind them jumped out and tried to nab him right there on the street,” Piston said.

My fists clenched involuntarily as I imagined the scene.

”And what did you do?” I asked him.

”I intervened,” he said. ”I clawed at the wolf shifter, and he was injured. The second wolf shifter in the car grabbed his companion, and they drove away in a hurry.”

”I debated going after them,” Piston admitted, his brow furrowed with uncertainty. ”But Travis looked distraught, and his brother ran out of the store. I explained what happened to them.”

I considered Piston”s words and decided I would have done the same in his situation.

Going after the two wolf shifters would have been foolish, because who knew how many Piston would be up against?

“Travis was unhurt?” I asked, a wave of relief washing over me at the thought that at least nothing bad happened to Travis.

Piston nodded in response.

”Yeah, they both decided it was best to leave town for a few months. Travis has a good brother,” he added.

I agreed with a nod. That was most likely the best solution.

“I should probably send word to the other omegas,” I said out loud.

“Good idea. Tell them to leave town until things calm down and we deal with this group,” Piston said.

He glanced at me and asked me the question that had been on both our minds. ”We will take care of this group, won”t we?”

I met his gaze. ”We will,” I replied firmly. ”The world would be a better place without these wolf shifters.”

”Let me know when you have more information,” Piston said, wrapping up this particular topic.

He knew I probably needed more information on Gregory Hicks’ group before I would make any new moves.

Then, he shifted gears. ”I heard you”re heading back to your old hometown to bury Jake”s bones, and that Dylan”s coming along?”

I nodded in response, somewhat surprised that this information had reached Piston so quickly.

”Yeah, that”s the plan,” I confirmed. ”But may I ask where you heard that?”

Piston chuckled, a knowing look in his eyes.

”Oh, here and there,” he replied casually. ”You and Dylan being an item isn”t exactly a secret, you know.”

I couldn”t help but groan.

Rumors had a way of spreading like wildfire within the MC, but I knew that the bear and raven shifters in our compound meant well.

Still, the thought of everyone knowing our business made me uneasy.

Piston must have noticed the thoughtful expression on my face because he leaned in and asked, ”What”s bugging you, Whizz?”

I confided in Piston about the thoughts that had been troubling me.

”After everything Dylan went through,” I began slowly, ”I can”t help but wonder if things between us are moving too fast.”

Piston considered my question for a moment before asking, ”Have you talked to him about it?”

I nodded, my thoughts drifting to the conversation I had had with Dylan.

”I did,” I replied. ”But Dylan doesn”t think we”re moving too quickly. He believes we”re progressing at the right pace.”

I took a deep breath, trying to put my feelings into words.

”It”s just... I”m scared,” I admitted, not liking the vulnerability in my voice. ”I”ve never felt this way before, Piston. When Dylan”s in danger, I become possessive and angry. I can”t control my grizzly side, and it scares me.”

I went on to describe how I had lost control when dealing with the wolf shifter who had nearly kidnapped Dylan in Greenfield.

”The last time I lost control of my grizzly half like that was when Jake was taken,” I confessed. ”What if I end up hurting Dylan unintentionally?”

Piston patted my shoulder reassuringly.

”You won”t, Whizz. Dylan”s your mate. Hurting him is the last thing you”ll ever do,” Piston said.

I appreciated his comforting words, but I couldn”t help but be curious.

”Is this how you felt when you started dating Linus?” I asked. Linus was Piston’s vampire mate.

Piston chuckled and his eyes had gone a little misty. He was probably recalling the past.

”Yeah, pretty much,” he admitted. ”It”s natural to have doubts and fears at the beginning. But you”ll figure it out together. Have more confidence in yourself, Whizz. In you and Dylan.”

”Thanks, Piston,” I said

Findingthe old cabin where Jake, our dad, and I once lived had initially seemed like a daunting task.

Fortunately, with the help of GPS on my phone and the memories etched in my mind, it was easier than I had anticipated.

I had borrowed Venom”s truck once more for this journey, the same vehicle we had used for our last trip.

I suspected I was just dreading this task, because in a way, my search for Jake had finally come to an end.

Dylan, ever cheerful, tried to make things lively by talking about everyday and mundane topics.

I appreciated his effort, and the sound of his voice brought a much-needed lightness to my mood.

”Sorry, am I talking too much?” he asked, sounding concerned.

I shook my head, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips.

”No,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the dirt track that led into the woods. ”I like the sound of your voice, and I enjoy hearing about your job interviews.”

As we continued our journey, I couldn”t help but feel somewhat distracted by my own thoughts.

However, I realized that Dylan had shared something important with me earlier, and I wanted to be present for him.

”So, you think the principal of that school would call you back?” I asked, turning my attention to Dylan.

He smiled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

”I hope they would call me for a second round of interviews,” he replied.

Dylan went on to share his positive impressions of the school and the staff he had met during his interviews.

Hearing the passion in his voice put a smile on my lips. It wasn’t hard to picture Dylan in a classroom full of energetic kids.

Another unbidden thought came to my mind, that Dylan would make for a good parent.

Don’t go down that road, I reminded myself. Dylan and I had just started dating. It was too soon to think about that far in the future.

”You know,” he continued, ”back when I was still stuck in that cell, I couldn”t imagine going back to my normal life. But now, I”m excited to work with kids again.”

We had reached our destination, and I cut the engine. I reached over the console to give Dylan”s hand a reassuring squeeze.

When he looked at me, I could hear the rapid beating of his heart.

”I”m proud of you, Dylan,” I told him sincerely.

Dylan appeared puzzled by my words.

”For what?” he asked.

”For deciding to take the next step forward,” I replied with a warm smile. ”Most people can”t do that after what you”ve been through.”

Dylan”s cheeks flushed, and I couldn”t help but find him even more adorable in that moment.

Maybe I should offer him more compliments like this, I thought, just so I could see him blush.

“We should celebrate once you get the job. Maybe I can buy you dinner? A new work bag or shoes?” I asked.

”What about rewarding me now with a kiss?” Dylan asked shyly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I couldn”t help but grin in response to his request, and I leaned in to oblige him with a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

As we parted, our smiles mirrored each other”s.

During moments like this, I was reminded of how lucky I was to have met him.

Exiting the truck, the mood shifted to one of solemnity.

I opened the back seat and retrieved the box containing the urn of Jake”s ashes, cradling it with care.

I noticed that Dylan had turned his attention to the old cabin, which now stood dilapidated and worn away by time.

My breathing was surprisingly even. I had thought that seeing it would bring up old feelings of dread, guilt and anger.

Now I only felt…empty.

”You and your family used to live here, Whizz?” Dylan asked softly, his voice filled with curiosity and empathy.

I nodded, my memories of those days vivid in my mind.

”Yeah,” I began.

I then told Dylan about how my dad used to juggle multiple jobs to make ends meet.

”It was my job to look after Jake,” I said.

I had one job and I failed, I didn’t add, because I didn’t want Dylan to be sad. He knew the story.

Together, we walked behind the cabin, and there, nestled in the quiet of the woods, was another grave. My father’s.

Back then, I couldn’t afford him to get him a lot at the cemetery, I figured I’d bury him here.

“Can you hold this a moment?” I asked him

Without hesitation, Dylan agreed, his expression filled with understanding.

With the Jake’s urn safely cradled in Dylan’s hands, I returned to the truck and retrieved two shovels. Then I made my way back to Dylan.

As I marked a spot next to my father”s gravestone, we began to dig.

The earth was unyielding at first, but with each stroke of the shovel, it gave way.

I could do this, I reminded myself. I was alone when I buried my father but this time, Dylan was with me.

Dylan didn’t know it but he provided me the strength I needed.

”Whizz, can you tell me about the night Jake was taken?” Dylan asked. He quickly added, ”You don”t have to if it”s too painful.”

I paused for a moment, considering Dylan”s request. The memory had been a well-guarded secret, one I had kept hidden deep within me for so long.

But as I looked into Dylan”s eyes, I realized that maybe it was time to share it with someone.

No, Dylan wasn”t just someone; he was my mate, the better half of my soul. I didn’t want to keep any secrets from him.

Dylan stopped shoveling, setting the shovel aside to give me a comforting hug.

”Let me help you shoulder this pain, Whizz,” he said, his words touching my heart in a way that no one else ever had.

I began to recount the painful memories of that fateful night, sharing with Dylan what I remembered.

As I spoke, I could see tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn”t interrupt me. Dylan was a good listener.

It surprised me how revisiting the past, even the most painful parts, felt like it was healing rather than reopening old wounds.

We continued to dig, the work not particularly strenuous.

All I had to bury was the urn, but even so, it felt as though a well had opened up within me, releasing a flood of emotions and memories.

As we worked, I began to share stories of Jake from our childhood. I told Dylan about the silly moments, the sad ones, and the joyful ones.

I wanted him to know who my little brother had been.

”Dad took Jake”s disappearance badly,” I said sadly. ”He died of a broken heart six months after Jake was taken.”

”I”m so sorry, Whizz,” Dylan whispered, his sympathy palpable.

”At first, I was so angry at my dad for giving up so quickly, for leaving me all alone.” I paused, taking a breath. ”But then I realized I was angry at myself most of all. For a long time, I blamed myself for destroying my own family.”

We sat down on a fallen log, finding a moment of respite. Dylan leaned his head against my shoulder, providing comfort without words.

”Whizz, you were only a kid back then, barely an adult,” Dylan said softly. ”Fate dealt you an unfair hand.”

I nodded in agreement.

”It took me a long time to understand that,” I admitted, my gaze fixed on the ground.

I expelled a breath, feeling a sense of release.

I continued, “Dylan, it feels like I”ve been searching for answers for a long time. Although a part of me is sad things ended this way, another part is relieved I”m able to lay Jake to rest. My dad can rest easy now.”

I took Dylan”s hands in mine. They were so warm.

“I wouldn”t have imagined doing all this on my own,” I told him. “It would”ve been too much. But because you”re here, it”s easier. Thank you for coming with me.”

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Dylan said.

He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

Thanks to Dylan, I had finally found closure. I watched, amused as Dylan parted from me and faced the graves.

“You guys can leave Whizz to me. I’ll take good care of him,” Dylan said.

I laughed, unable to help myself. Dylan turned to me, smiling. He held out his hand to me and I took it and let him help me up.

The necklace I had given Jake on his birthday all those years ago, gleamed in the hollow of Dylan’s throat.

In a way, finding Jake had led me to Dylan.

Dylan was Jake’s farewell gift to me and I silently made a promise to my brother that I would take good care of Dylan as well.

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