A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 27

Reassuring this big oaf if a lot harder than it should be, but it's something I have to do unless I want this oaf worrying and fussing over me 'til the end of time.

Max's POV-

As we walked back to the house I realized I would be able to go back to school now. I was doing just fine, unless you count the rogues that I encountered recently. Hopefully Logan doesn't go all off and say I'm not allowed to go.

We walked through the front door and everyone was already there and most of them looked worried, when they heard the door all their heads snapped its way and relief flooded their faces.

"Max! What is wrong with you!? Do you always go out searching for danger or something?!" Geena yelled at me.

"I mean, most of the time danger find me, not the other way around," I said back.

"What are we going to do with you?" Geena sighed and gave me a light hug to avoid my shoulder.

"You all need to stop fussing, I'll be fine in a couple days. No need to worry," I say with a smile.

Trying to reassure a bunch of werewolves is a lot harder than one would expect. But then again, I am the only human here so I guess they are all bound to each have their own protectiveness over me. I mean, I'm glad they care, but it can be a little suffocating whenever you turn and one of them is there.

"You should go rest up, you have to go back to school tomorrow," Maria said shooing me away.

"Mom-" Logan tried to say something.

"Logan, you can't keep her anymore, she is bored out of her mind and if she says she's fine I'm going to believe her until otherwise. I will get you when dinner is ready," she stated and turned around to go start making dinner. Geena and Jacob following her to help since they were the only other ones here at the moment.

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the stairs to go to Logan's room to rest like I was told to do. I did not want to get on Maria's bad side ever because it seems like something at would end up killing you in the end.

Logan was following close behind me, fussing over everything I did every step took.

I felt my eyes widen as panic spread through my body. I pushed myself up against the wall to prevent Logan from seeing my back with all my scars on them. I didn't want to tell him that part of my story. That was the period of my life I couldn't talk about it was... horrific and more mentally scarring than my abusive parents.

Logan stood there with worried eyes, his eyes quickly ran over my body to make sure I was alright, but I wasn't. I was panicking and I was hoping it was showing on the outside, so I didn't look him in the eyes. I didn't want to explain myself. So, I stood there, holding my shirt in my hands and my back against the wall, refusing to look Logan in the eyes. It was an amazing situation for me right now. Just grand.

"Do you want me to help you get the bandages off your shoulder?" he asked in a gentle voice.

I shook my head not rusting my voice. The last thing I wanted was my voice to crack and him to fuss more over me. I was enough hassle for all of them, I didn't want to be a bigger one from my past.

I looked up just for a second and caught Logan's eyes, I could tell he wanted to help me and wanted to stay, but I couldn't let him see the scars on my back yet. I wanted to let him help me, but my fear of telling him what happened with him overpowered any other feelings.

I shook my head again and looked to the floor. I heard a quiet sigh of defeat and the door close gently. I looked up and he was still there. I went stiff for a second and just stayed rooted my my spot. He was being stubborn and I admired that, but for me, right now, was a very bad time for him to pushing this on me, but I wanted him here and I wanted him to help me, despite my overpowering fear.