Chapter Six: Trickster

Last week's events were still engraved into Conner's mind as a caste tape stuck on re-wind, forever playing a classical scene from an old black-white motion picture set in the city of love, France. He longed for the touch of his significant other, secretly craving his touch. He wanted to be held and cherished like he was the only one inhabiting planet earth, and be seen as a king in the eyes of the one who truly understood him and his flaws. He wanted to be engulfed in his scent that drove him wild at the slightest whiff, it smelled of fresh-picked cherries with a hint of cinnamon. He wanted him in general!

It felt like a whole eternity has gone by without being in each other's presence, and it was killing him every time he went through the day without Wilson by his side. Wilson was in his thoughts constantly, making it hard for him to get through the day without any hiccups that could result in disaster. He knew that it was essential for Wilson's own protection, but Conner cannot help wishing for a normal life that could allow him to have a relationship with Wilson without the judgment of society. He hated it; yet, he had to bear with it.

He did not want to raise suspicion amongst his peers, nor his own pack by them questioning his whereabouts. Especially his own father who would quite literally spill blood to enforce the old traditional ways that should have been banned a long time ago. His father thought that the only way to gain a sense of power was to stay pure, and untainted from those who were curated. This led to decades of slaughter all because one man considered certain people not worthy to breathe the same air as him; as a result, countless people fell victims to his treacherous ways.

Therefore, both parties agreed to meet each other at different times. This allowed them to hide their true nature from the world that wished to see them fail and go underneath the radar without being discovered. They both made it work even though it was indignant for both of them. Being away from each other for long periods of time that seemed like decades was not ideal, but it was necessary! They had to go through with it for the sake of keeping their love alive while staying alive themselves. You never know who could be watching; as a result, they had to be careful with every move they made and every breath that escaped their lips.

The couple was due to meet each other the following day, making Conner anxious as he eyed the time on the clock like a hawk, wanting to spend time with his lover after going through the whole week alone without him by his side. Like he should be. He could not wait to see Wilson and his peerless looks once more. He wanted to engrave every nook and cranny of his body into his mind. He yearned to feel his skin against his slim body as the passion between them rises and take in the same sent that drove him crazy with lust and warmth. He was addicted, and he could not get enough of the very person that seemed to have a stronghold on his very being.

Conner strummed his lanky golden number two pencil against the oak desk in a repeated fashion, ignoring his a private teacher that droned on a subject that he had no clue about. His mind was occupied by daydreaming of his beloved in his own little world that he wished was reality; as a result, he did not find his education important at that moment in time. His teacher did not realize Conner's lack of effort as he was caught up in the moment; due to the passion he had towards history, and the outcomes it brings to the modern era. The teacher could not help but go into extra detail when talking about his favorite subject: the Western Movement and the effects it had on society during that time period, to realize his one and only student was not paying attention to his own words.

Conner's teacher looked like the very definition of a play-boy unmarried person. He wore a black Louis Vuitton turtle neck that seemed to fit him in all the right places, greyish lacks, and ink-black dress shoes that felt comfortable to him. His hair was Jet-black and slicked back as a way to present himself as professional towards his pears. He also wore box-frames that made him look like Clark Kent in his mid-30's. He was mouthwatering to all the eligible lady's but he remained single. This made Conner want to know the reason why but he did not want to pry into his teacher's love life.

Conner leaned against his left-hand for support as he put all his weight on it, while looking outside the window pane that held a beautiful sight of the pack grounds. There was a path way surrounded by all kinds of different flowers that seemed to brighten the landscape. In the middle, there was a fountain with a statue of a wolf, bringing the scenery all to gather. It was obsoletely stunning to the eye.

Conner still remained in his own little world fantasying over his lover, and the perfection that was engraved into his godly features. Wilson reminded Conner of those paintings of angles in art museums, looking pure and innocent to the watchful eye. It will forever amaze Conner that the Moon Goddess herself paired him up with someone so divine and enchanting. He sometimes finds himself thinking if he is good enough to be loved by Wilson; due to his past that seems to haunt him where ever he goes.

He had a lot of baggage surrounding him, suffocating him where he finds it hard to breath. He always wonders if he was the right person to be with such a caring lad that treats him like he is the only one in the world, showring him with love and affection. The same love that Conner thought he did not deserve.

Conner was snapped out of his trance that took him away from the harshness of reality when his teacher finally took notice of Conner's absence from the lecture that he was teaching. It did not sit well with him; as a result, he asked the boy a trick question to see if he was truly paying attention. He got his answer when Conner gave him a look of pure confusion, not understanding what he had asked him.

The teacher gave Conner a disappointing look, while shaking his head. He brought the tips of his figures against his forehead, while letting a deep sigh escape between his chapped-pinkish plumped lips. "The answer is very simple if you would not try to waist your protectional being in La-la land. I know it is very tempting, but your education is very important if you want to succeed in life!" the teacher said with enthusiasm much less a lecture on Conner's behavior.

"I'm gonna have you try again," the teacher responded, hoping that the boy will find the answer to his question. His hopes were soon dismissed as he saw Conner think about it for a quick second before giving up. "I-I do not know sir," Conner said while looking down at his oak desk in complete shame.

"Well, my dear boy, if you do not wish to focus in my class I would be left with no choice and tell your father about your ordeals during my lectures. I do not think you want that to happ-," he was cut off as a shadowing figure came rushing inside of the room with power and dignity. It was none other than the man of the hour himself, Conners dad: who was the current Alpha of the pack.

Conner's father held a sense of dominance that radiated off of him like a musty black fog. It could have been from all of the blood that he had spilled over the years or the experience from being a natural-born leader and commander. He held a murderous aura that seemed to follow him where everywhere he went; therefore, everyone feared him with a passion. The man had shaggy brown hair that went in every which direction, tanned sun-kissed skin, and mussels that seemed to flex at the slightest of movements. On his left eye, there was a scar that zig-zag to the brim of his eye to the bottomed of his chiseled chin. He looked like you typical gangster, towering a good 6'4 which Conner did inherit from his father.

Conner's father scanned the room with no emotion present on his face, taking in the sights that were before him. In the middle of the room stood three lone desks that were meant to homeschool the pack's children; due to the rule of not mingling with the humans to avoid being tainted from their sinful ways. The walls were a washed-out orange that was pleasing to the eye, and stone tiles were placed in a diagonal, forming the floor patterner that was supposed to be a squire. They somehow screwed that up. There were three windows that allowed the sun to light up the room, giving it some sort of life in the dull-boring room that surrounded the three men. A bookcase filled with endless textbooks of the information needed to have an education was placed in the far right corner. The looked like your typical high school classroom but for werewolves.

After the man finished scanning the room and giving it approval, his eyes traveled onto the scared little teacher and his son: who refused to meet his gaze. This irritated him a little but he let it slide; due to his mood brightening after learning some interesting information. He could read the tension in the room building up to where it was almost suffocating and unboreable to be in. He desired to break the said tension by speaking in a tone that held authority. "Sorry for my intrusion Mr. Hodgdens, I wanted to check on my son before tending to matters that deal with the utmost importance. I will be out of position for God knows how long reason to why I hear. You don't mind me interrupting, he asked narrowing his eyes. it was more of order than a question.

The teacher shook his head to the side in complete terror and shock not knowing what was happening at that current moment. Mr. Hodgdens did not want to question his intentions; due to him wanting to be as far away from that man as possible. He heard the rumors that surrounded that man like a plague after the death of his Luna, and he did not want to find out if they were real.

"S-sure, I will defiantly get out of your way sir," he said while scrambling to get his belongings and notes from the teacher's table, trying to stuff them into his bag in a fast motion only to have them fall on the cold hard ground below him. The Alpha's irritation worsened at the teacher's actions causing an in-human growl to escape his rough chorse lips. Mr.Hiddgens looked up and took that as a sign to hurry the heck up or he would find himself buried 6-feet below ground. He finally grabbed the last of his belongings that were scattered all over and booked it out of the Alphas presence, and out of the room that he was teaching in not too long ago.

When the teacher felt like he was safe he had to stop amongst the lookers to take a deep breath. He was out of shape. He looked back to the classroom and wished Conner luck. The teacher could not imagine that such an awful man could exist, and be a father at that. It was mind-blowing.

"Now that were finally alone I have a proposal for you my son," The Alpha said in a menacing tone while moving forward to lean himself against Conners desk. "While I am away tending to something that recently came up, I need you to take on responsibility. You are the next in line to succeed me. It is only fitting you would take on my responsibilities while I cannot do so." Conner looked up at his father, trying his best to understand the words that escaped his father's mouth. His father seemed to be delighted and amused at his expression, and it made Conner feel sick to his stomach.

"F-father I cannot do such thing. I have yet to receive the proper training and guidance to hold such a position. I am not worthy since I have no experience in the field." Conner tried to plead his case since the position requires lots of responsibility. "I was running things when I was in diapers. No son of mine will be sitting in the sidelines. It is time for you to measure up and take your rightful place and get married to a woman and bear children to continue the bloodline!" he spat. Conner did not understand his father at all. "I am only 17, I should be enjoying life and learning how to run a pack before taking the next spot as an A-," he did not finish his sentences as his head snapped to another direction; due to the blunt force of his father's hand. His father had slapped him.

"It is only for a couple of day's it is not for eternity, and regardless of how you feel you will obey me. You will fill my place while I'm gone, and no mischief will be tolerated or you will face the consequences even if you're my son," he said with hidden meaning and a grin between his lips while leaving a confused Conner as he exited the room not wanting to deal with his son any longer.

LATER THAT DAY...

Conner sluggishly walked to the destination that he had in mind, wanting to get away from the responsibilities that his father had suddenly thrown at him. He had finally found an opening to his own escape when those who were watching his every move turned a blind eye without even realizing it. He took the opportunity with open arms, desperately wanting to see his other pair after being apart for a long time. He wanted to spend as much time as he can with his beloved as it was the day that they both agreed to meet, and as an extra bonus, his father was away for business which will allow the two love birds to spend more time with each other.

As Conner was making his way to their special spot, he caught a scent that seemed misplaced. Anger filled his body to the brim with adrenaline as he ran full force. In the clearing up ahead, his father had his beloved mate in his grasps beat black and blue, and beside him was an informant grinning from ear to ear.

Conner's vision went red.