Michael managed to get his hand on a fallen vase and smashed it directly onto Max's head. Disorientated, Max released his iron grip bite off Michael's bleeding neck. There was one thing to admit submission to a wolf in a battle, but it was entirely a different thing to admit defeat to a half blood!
Michael took the chance and phased into his wolf form, leaping onto Max and both wolves rolled and hit their backs to the wall. The other low ranks heard the commotion and were now witnessing the fight.
It won't be long till the in-commands or worse, the Alpha gets here.
Michael might be proud but he was an extremely good fighter and the fact that he had embraced his wolf side ever since he was born certainly added to his advantage and within minutes, he had Max pinned on the floor with his teeth sunk deep into Max's neck, demanding him to submit defeat. Max felt pain surging in him but he didn't want to back down.
Michael increased the pressure on the neck, growling, demanding him to admit defeat. It was better for him to admit defeat than wait the arrival of the other in-commands or the Alpha. The pain was just too much. His inexperience of controlling his wolf side made him admit defeat. He stopped moving and a minute later, Michael released his grip on Max's neck. He phased back into his bleeding naked human form and said, "Do not mess with me, half blood," as one of the low rank scurried to his side and gave him a silk robe.
Max phased to his human form, bleeding profusely, he knew that he might need some stitches.
"You're a jerk." Max panted as he sat up and thanked the low rank who gave him a silk robe. He put it on and put pressure on his neck to stop the bleeding.
"This is how the pack works," Michael scoffed at him, "If you can't deal with it, you might as well just go away."
Sure enough, Alexander and Stevenson arrived.
Alexander, seeing Max bleeding on the floor, looked at Michael and chastised him, "Michael, there is no need for violence here; you know full well that Maxwell is new with the wolf world. Give him a little time to adjust life in Thorn Pack."
Michael scoffed, "Alexander, I respect and look up to you, but I do not let anybody pushed me around."
"He was being exceptionally rude about my heritage." Max growled as he stood up, tightening the silk robe to his body.
Alexander shook his head, "And yet, it still does not justify for violence here."
"I'll let this whole thing off, Alexander," Michael said, "Besides, I won the fight." Max growled but seeing Alexander shot a disapproving look at him, made him docile.
Michael smiled, "Honestly Max, do not worry, it is certainly fun to flex my wolf muscles," he grinned, "I think we'll be good friends."
Friends, my ass! Max thought to himself and this time, he could control his thoughts.
"Now, I think it's best for the area to be cleaned up," Alexander signalled a few of the low ranks to start cleaning the 'battle field'. He went to Max and then examined his wounds. Michael was already long gone into his home quarter at this time.
"Stop it, Alexander." Max sighed, "You don't have to fuss about this."
"You might not be of my blood but we are still family regardless," Alexander told him. "Come now, let's go and take you to the Pack Doctor, I think you need some stitches."
What could Max do but just nod in agreement?
***
Aveline was depressed. Malcolm noticed that. It was pretty difficult to keep a smiley face when one's heart felt like it was being torn and trampled.
"Is there something bothering you, Alpha Princess?" he asked her, one evening during dinner. Alven, as usual, was already on his second plate. Carinelle, on the other hand, looked equally morbid like Aveline herself.
It was like somebody died here.
Alven seemed to be the only one who was content, although deep inside, he was actually troubled to see that his best friend and sister were unhappy.
Aveline barely touched her plate but she took a sip from her orange juice. "I'm all right." She whispered, a little hoarse.
"You don't sound so convincing, Aveline, and this applies to you too, Carinelle," Malcolm said steadfastly, "Is it this place that's bothering you two? Do you miss home?"
Carinelle nodded her head eagerly, "Yes, Malcolm," she said, "You already know full well that I want to go home,"
Malcolm pondered for a moment, "When will the semester ends, Alpha Prince?"
"Two weeks from now, I suppose, we already did some of our tests," Alven replied.
"I guess we can go home earlier than the schedule permits," Malcolm said.
Carinelle brightened, "Honestly? You are not joking, are you Malcolm?"
"Dear Carinelle, have you ever seen me joke?"
Good point, Carinelle thought with amusement.
Aveline stood up, "Excuse me, but I feel rather full."
"Sit down, Aveline," Alven snapped, "You barely touched anything on your plate!"
Aveline scowled but she obeyed her brother anyway and picked up her spoon and scowled again to her food.
"Eat," Malcolm ordered, "Or I'll change my mind about us going home early."
That made Aveline and Carinelle snapped their senses and start eating. Alven shook his head. Whatever was going on with these two wolves? He thought.
Malcolm seemed to think about the same thing too.
Perhaps the idea of experiencing life in the human world was a big mistake -- something that both Aveline and Carinelle seemed to agree upon. Except for Alven though, he had a blast.
***
Max winced as the Pack Doctor applied some alcohol on his wound. It was starting to heal but having stitches would help the wound heal even faster.
"So, Maxwell, am I correct?" the Pack Doctor asked.
"Yes, and you are, Doc?"
He grinned as he threw the piece of cotton into a bin next to him and then examined the stitches he had done earlier, "Daniel Roshern Thorn," he told him.
"Doc Danny?" Max was amused.
"Yes, you could say that."
"How is it that you become a doctor?"
"Simple," Daniel said as he put the bandage on top of his wound, "I went to medical school."
"That moron said -- and I quote, "We don't go to regular schools" and only "The Alpha Princess is an exception" -- God! Where's the fairness?!" Max demanded, wincing again as he accidentally made his stitches moved.
"Ah, Michael can be a bit of himself sometimes," Daniel agreed, "But he's a good fellow."
"He is still a moron to me."
"A moron perhaps but he is of your senior rank, have some respect, Maxwell," Daniel said wisely, "You are no longer living in a human world, this is the Pack, learn to live by the rules. Know your place in the system and you'll be fine."
"It's still not fair," Max groused, "I was raised in a world where I can speak and do with my own free will."
"The same goes here, Maxwell but I have to admit, there are still some parts in the Pack System that you need to obey and follow without any question." Daniel paused, "All right, it's done, just make sure that you get enough sleep tonight and by tomorrow, your wounds will heal perfectly."
Max stood up. "Thanks, Doc."
He was about to leave the clinic when Daniel stopped him, Max turned and looked at him expectantly ;Daniel smiled and said, "Welcome back home, Maxwell."
Home? Is this really my home? Max thought secretively to himself but he smiled again anyway, appreciating the fact that at least someone did care of his existence here in Thorn Pack.
He only wished he could see Aveline once again, to have her in his arms. He sighed. He knew it was impossible.
***
TO BE CONTINUED...
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