Page 55 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

“You will speak tomyalpha with respect, or get off his land.”

“Respect!?” Jerold spluttered. “How dare you! Have you forgotten who taught you to survive? Who fed you!”

“Milo, what do we do?” Oric asked. He was standing behind Jerold in his wolf form, his body tense as if waiting for a fight to break out.

“We wait for Jeremy’s signal,”I replied, my focus never leaving Jerold and his men.

“I do remember,” Silas answered coldly. “I also remember how you left me to deal with your failings; how you used to beat me if I ever dared having a voice of my own. Those are things I will never forget. You better leave this pack’s land. Do whatever you want elsewhere. You aren’t welcome here.”

“These are my packmates!” Jerold roared, staring his old packmates down, as if they would return to his side after he left them.

“Not anymore,” Jeremy reminded him.

Jerold shifted, his anger too much for his wolf to contain himself. I jumped forward to stop his attack on Silas, but wasthrown to the side by one of Jerold’s men. I hurried to slide out from under the unknown wolf and got ready to fight him back, but to my surprise he ran away from the fight, his other packmates following. I scanned the area and saw that Jerold was hightailing it out of there.

“Get Nic!”Darius ordered our pack, and I hurried to spot who’d been hurt.

“Greg!” Cass’ devastated cry was my answer. I ran over to where my packmates were huddled together, bumping my head at them to ease my way in. We were a mix of wolves and humans.

Greg was bleeding heavily from the side of his head and I thought Jerold might have bitten his neck deep enough he couldn’t be saved. Silas was kneeling next to him, a pained expression on his face.

“Why did you do that?” he rasped, clearly fearing for his friend’s life. Hisbestfriend’s life.

Greg’s eyes found Silas and he smiled. “Because I love you, Turdface.” Then Greg’s eyes closed, a smile still locked on his face.

“He’ll be fine,” Jeremy assured us as I paced in front of Nic’s cottage. Silas was inside with Greg, not leaving his side even for a second.

Jeremy, Darius, Rowan, and I all waited for news, my skin still dirty from the fun Darius and I had earlier, but no one commented on it. I wore some loose joggers and a T-shirt, way too cold for this weather, but I wasn’t leaving until I knew Greg was okay.

“Greg is tough,” Rowan added helpfully, but I still saw the worry etched into his features. He was afraid for his friend and hated that he couldn’t be with Silas inside.

They’d been in there for over an hour and occasionally we would hear Nic ordering Silas to grab him something, but otherwise we truly knew nothing. When Silas had picked Greg up from the ground and sprinted to Nic’s, I knew his neck hadn’t been touched. Greg had been in his human form when Jerold had attacked, meaning Silas would never risk himby picking him up with a damaged neck. But something still had him bleeding furiously, so it couldn’t be good.

Footsteps approached and then Nic stood there, his clothes bloody as he wiped his hands on a cloth. “He’s stable,” he informed us. “His ear was ripped clean off, meaning he’ll need to get used to his ear being more sensitive to sounds. But otherwise, he’ll be completely fine.”

“He ripped his ear off?!” I exclaimed; my tone laced with horror.

Nic nodded. “I’ve stitched the wound together and Silas has promised to take care of him until he’s healed.”

“Anything we can do?” I asked, taking Darius’ hand in mine.

Nic shook his head smiling at us. “I think Silas needs to take care of Greg himself.”

I nodded at that, because I knew Nic was right. Silas was no doubt feeling guilty over Greg having lost his ear. He’d need to look out for Greg to know he truly was okay. The fear I’d seen in Silas eyes had said enough. Greg meant the world to him. I’d asked Silas if he’d ever dated or been interested in either Rowan or Greg, but he’d simply said they weren’t his fated so that must’ve meant they weren’t meant for more than friendship. It hadn’t been a no. I just hoped that if Silas liked Greg as more than a friend, they could become chosen mates and finally be happy together. Greg’s declaration of love could’ve meant that he loved him simply as friends, or as a brother.Butit could also mean he was in love with Silas.

“I understand,” I said, nodding goodbye to Nic who went back inside.

“We should go home,” Darius suggested, kissing my cheek. “We really need a shower.”

Jeremy groaned. “I don’t even want to know what you two were up to in the forest.”

Rowan chuckled. “Like you can’t smell it.”

Jeremy just growled and waved goodbye as he hurried back to the packhouse to inform the others of Greg’s injury.

Rowan was laughing softly as he shook his head at Jeremy’s retreating form. “I’d better get going, too.” He waved and walked in the direction of my old home.

“Think Nic needs us here for protection?” Darius asked. I hadn’t thought about it, too busy worrying about Greg.