******Two Days Later******
If there was one thing Zale couldn't control besides several others, it was his increasing hunger for breaking and destroying stuff that belonged to his loved ones. He was always on edge and reluctant to hurt them.
At present, he was struggling with himself not to hurl at the smiling and giggling faces that were plopped on his bed in his room. He was barely resisting the urge to pounce on them and rip them to pieces from where he was settled on the bean bag on the side of the room.
"Woah, a real-life horror story! I thought she was a chick in her twenties, so I picked her up from the club. But it turned out she was forty-six when she removed her makeup. Ahhh! Fuck people with baby faces. I shudder to death whenever I recall her face now." Solace cringed, making a silly face while telling his story.
"Well, it's more than great, I guess. You like pretty faces. Served you right." Soren chuckled, collecting the books that were scattered all over the place.
"Don't make fun of me, bro. It was indeed a scary experience. Humans are becoming so creative with their makeup items it's scary. You can't even distinguish between their faces and ages, whether boy or girl. They give me nightmares."
"What are you blabbering about? You are also a human," Soren said. "Here, help me tidy up these books into this box. We don't have much time on our hands. The staff at the NGO must be waiting for us."
"You worry too much about things. Steady a bit, will you? We won't be late," Solace said, gathering the books and putting them into the box. "And for the human part, yes, I am. But I don't want to be human. I want to be an undying creature like your species. I also want to be immortal, like you and Zale."
"We are not immortal, idiot. Nothing is immortal in this world. Everything has its end that they have to meet at their impending time. We just live longer than you, that's all," Soren explained.
"Yeah, but there must be some kind of spell or something that can change me and make me mutate into what you are. Something that—"
"Alright, enough of your nonsense. There is nothing like that exists that can transform you. If I ever get in contact with something like that, then you are going to be the first person I'll share it with, okay? Now take these boxes and go put them in the car."
"Seriously, you'll do that for me? You sure? Don't ever forget about that!" Solace jumped excitedly. Taking the boxes, he left the room fully oblivious of the resentment that started to haunt the room.
"Zale," Soren finally turned his attention to an annoyed and resentful individual who had been silent the whole time they prepared the boxes.
"Want to come with us? Maybe you will relax and feel refresh after going in the cool air. What do you think?" Soren asked gently. He was always so persistent in taking Zale outside, to show him the world outside the pack.
Zale sneered at him and rolled his eyes.
"I have no intention of playing the third wheel on your little outing date. Just leave my room already."
Soren sighed at his temper tantrum; it was nothing new for him. Zale asked him to stay but Soren denied him. So, now he's throwing a tantrum.
"As you wish, you should rest more then. I'll be back by evening, so just in case you want anything or don't feel good, just call me. And don't forget to take your meds—"
"Oh, stop nagging me and get the hell out of here."
Zale lashed out at him, and Soren, too, started to get frustrated by now.
"Fine, I'm leaving." He left the room.
In order to calm his growing rage, Zale strolled to his bed and shoved his face in the pillow, screaming his lungs out into it.
He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. He had hurt enough until now—humans, wolves, and other shifters. And he didn't mind it all; the only regret he felt was towards Soren.
Soren was the first to show him pity, wipe his tear-stained face, and feed him food when he was lying on the floor full of bruises.
Zale breathed in and out some deep breaths, focusing on calming his nerves down.
Though he was against taking any meds at his own will because, according to him, no medicine could cure him except Soren's scent. So, Soren had to force him to take his meds every time.
"Focus on your body and stop screaming into the pillow. It will only suffocate you." Zale faintly heard his wolf's voice inside his head.
"I'm trying," Zale panted, rolling on his back, closing his eyes to stop himself from destroying his room again, which had happened not more than two days before.
"If you weren't able to take a single breath without that feline, then why did you ask him to leave?"
"I can breathe without him. I don't need him to leech on me every second. He annoys me more rather than calming me." Zale exchanged words with Sura inside his head.
"Could you stop being ignorant for once, Zale? You clearly need his scent to calm your shit down every day, every minute, and every fucking second," Sura rambled.
"That is different from this. I need him, or say his scent, when my anger is triggered every time after meeting my father or any family member. And he is not mine to keep around all the time. I know his inner self doesn't appreciate his submissive behavior towards us. And to think that he still takes care of us, isn't it too much to ask from him?" Zale said.
"What are you talking about? How many times do I have to remind you now that he is ours to keep and use? He is our pet, Zale, don't forget this fact," Sura exclaimed.
"But it was all in the past. Things are different now. He doesn't owe us anything; it's the other way around," Zale said.
"Zale, calm down and think carefully. He is the reason you can keep going. You can't let go of him now."
"I never said I'm letting him go. I'm saying that he has done so much for us, we should at least treat him well, no?" Zale asked.
"You treat him well," Sura stated.
"Don't make me laugh now. And I'm also talking about you. Why do you dislike him so much? You can like him if you try a little bit, trust me. He is not that bad. He helps us, endures all of our tantrums. And on top of that, only his scent is capable of taming me. I don't even know yet how that works, but it just does." Zale kept on ranting, making Sura annoyed.
"Whenever I smell his scent, it makes me steady, quieting me at once. It's like loosening all the chains that are suffocating me. It makes me want to hide him somewhere no one could reach him, snatch him, and his warmth away from me."
"Stop now, will you. Stop hanging around with that human Solace. His idiocy is so contagious; it's starting to influence you. And it's your headache to find out why his disgusting scent steadies your human illness, not mine. And for 'He is not that bad,' let me sharpen your memory again. I don't dislike him, I hate him, understand? He and that cat are both annoying little shits I despise even looking at—"
"Ok, ok, I understand it's my fault to even discuss this topic with you. I'm sorry. Now go, I wanna rest," Zale whinedly demanded from his wolf, to which Sura accepted and hid himself deep in Zale's head.
But he still didn't feel calm since Soren wasn't here by his side.