Chapter 27: What words can't express
At this point, Stacey or differently known as Tim's mother, couldn't help letting out a tear that barely managed to pass down to her nose.
Looking at her husband Steven, she allowed silence to stretch for a few seconds before asking him. "Maybe it's time."
Losing his absolute shit at this point, his tone thundered high as he dashed for the door. "What time? This is bullshit!"
And afterwards he made it out of the house and most definitely cussed a few times there, unwilling to debate this.
They could even hear the car turn on and drift a few times before it drove away, tiers not so gentle on the ear.
As her husband left, Stacey rubbed her forehead for a while before answering. "Don't mind him, your father sacrificed so much for you, that's why he's mad."
At this point trying with all of his capacities not to scream, Tim muffled a question as his body shook, hands dug in the sofa. "Sacrificed what? You better tell me everything."
"His family." Stacey answered shortly as she took time to think about the past.
Absolutely staggered and most definitely having the situation misunderstood, Tim shouted. "He killed his family?!"
"No no no no!" His mother answered as her hands fluttered in front of the raging teenager.
And afterwards shed more light to that conscious submerging question. "We left all of our family behind just to keep you safe, that's why we moved here."
Weighing in the hardest part, she continued. "Steven left his own father on the death bed."
At this point Tim's heart softened just by a quarter as he saw examples earlier of how important family is.
He was treating the werewolves horribly yet they still insisted for him to stay, not to mention the werewolf parents have lost kids before.
But yet this whole lie isn't excusable by a few sacrifices themselves, so as his rage diminished one step after the other, a question illuminated. "Why did we move here? How would that protect me? Just tell me before I go completely crazy! This is insane!"
Building up the courage to say it, Stacey's tone shivered as the truth slipped through her teeth. "Tim... you're not our biological son, we found you in the forest, bleeding."
His tone sinking as if underground, Tim murmured. "So... these werewolves aren't lying? Krino is really my brother?"
Pausing between sentences to collect her words, Timothy's mother deciphered breath by breath. "Yes... we later figured out that you can turn into a little pup but no one else would want to protect what they don't understand so we moved here, so no one would hunt you, be it people or the government."
Wanting to excuse her own actions more, Stacey weighed in. "We thought you were abandoned Timmy, otherwise we would never separate you from your blood family."
His entire body shaking, the sofa woodwork handling most of the pressure that words would fail to interject, the strongest shout would stand pale in comparison as it can never properly portray his thundering thoughts encouraged by his gut and entire being!
After such a heavy explanation, all Tim could ask was. "So these Kidnappers are my real family?"
Feeling that such a term was too hard for deciphering such an act, Krino interrupted once more. "Kidnappers is a harsh word, we just wanted you home Tim. How do you think I feel? This problem has been eating me alive for 17 years and now, I figure out you're alive, it's..."
Finally returning to the matter which he loved the most, which was expressing such mass distress with the aid of an echoing shout, Tim cited. "Shut the hell up! Your life was hard ha? For 17 years I was told to stay away from the forest, stay away from what I craved! And to fill that empty hole in my heart I tried all sorts of bullshit and hated every second of it!"
Rumbling through this burden further, Timothy's voice broke limits and above without yet taking a breath. "I'm dead! Dead! At this point it doesn't matter if I'm alive or not, all my feelings of joy have long been destroyed!"
Unwilling to debate this any further, Timothy's shape started shifting towards the supernatural in a matter of seconds.
Fur replacing where bare naked skin was, the dark shade of fur originating from his bloodline and that 1 golden line grew across his chest.
His claws embed with the living room sofa, the young but yet large werewolf was quick to pull his hands out of it, which took off a chunk of the sofa, a few springs leaped out of it after.
Muffling what could have been a thundering holler, Tim murmured. "Leave me alone, all of you, just leave me alone!"
And then made for the door, bashing through it and forcing a wide hole as a piece of art, each corner telling a story and signifying rage.
Through that hole they could see Tim running in 4 paws, and making straight for the forest.
Snapping her fingers to get Krino's attention, the loving mother demanded with a tone softened by emotional exhaust. "Follow him."
At this point not knowing what to say anymore and commonly being a man who doesn't speak much, Krino just nodded and faced the door.
His form shifting in that same procedure as Tim, except he grew 3 golden lines of fur on his chest and left without any material damage as an aftermath of a raging tall beast's step.
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