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This is just a filler type chapter as I have hit that mental block.

I still don't know what happened. It was so quick, so painfull, so,,,,,, not like me. What started out so well, and continued for a few weekends in a row, was becomming stale, Mark was seeming distant, he was not as chatty and upbeat as usual on mxit, he didn't even make yiffy stories between us either. Almost as though he was losing interest in being a wolf, or meeting with his fox. I ignored it at first, but after the third weekend being 'canceled', I couldn't handle it any longer. Listening to glareing deathmetal had lost it effect on me, I was officially depressed. I had to find out what was happening, so I headed over to his house un-announced.

*****

I arrived at his house knowing his parents were home, but not seeing their vehicles. I rang the doorbell and got no response, a second time, still nothing. After the third time I was just about to leave, when I heard the lock being disenguaged from the inside. I turned back to the door, to see Mark's face, all battered and stitched up, his one ear had stitches from the tip, all the way to the side of his head. I was shocked.

"Oh my God Mark! What the fuck happened to you?" I practically scoulded him, but not intentionally.

"Got beat up at school for arriving like this, after being pushed around by my father when I woke up transformed." He slurred his words, showing me his broken arm, and I noticed some broken teeth while giving him a quick lookover.

"That is unacceptable!" I pounded my fists against his doorframe. "Who was it? They deserve to have the same done to them!"

"It was the older students in the school." He replied, "They all had a shot at giving me a lashing."

I came inside and took a look at all the medical paperwork, x-rays, and medication he had to take. 3 broken rib's, dislocated sholder and jaw, missing canines, cracked snout, stitches on the left eyebrow, left ear, across the snout, and on the lips, not to mention the broken arm. Bruising basically everywhere else on his body, and his tail was fractured in 5 places. All I could feel was the feeling of getting revenge on all those who hurt him.

"Please just calm down." As he placed his paw on mine. "Legal steps have been taken by my mother."

"And what about your father?" I was furious. "Looks like he is responsible for your arm and tail when I look at the times on those medical reports."

He could see I was out for blood, and he knew that once I had my mind set, he could not stop me. So we waited for his parents to arrive.

*****

It was late that evening when I heard his father reminding his mother not to mention his resposiility for the tail and arm breaks. They came ito the house to see me sitting next to Mark, ears flat, teeth showing, fists clintched and growling lightly. Their first reaction would have been to run, but, thinking they knew enough about me, and Marks dad being armed, is what compelled them to enter yet be cautious about me.

"So. You are the filthy fox what corrupted my wifes child?" He said with a snare. I could feel my blood boil, and how I was starting to lose perspective.

"Why did you hurt your son, Mister Green?" I asked as calmly as I could. "What did he do, to deserve that kind of treatment?"

"He is no longer any son of mine." He pointed to a family picture. "As you can see, there are no wolves in 'my' family."

I snapped, I threw myself at him at a devilishly fast pace, and put him against the wall, knocking the freshly drawn gun from his hand, not hearing, or seeing the shots he had fired at me.

"I shoud kill you where You stand!" Barking at him at the top of my voice, spattering him with blood. "You don't deserve to see your son happy!"

I then headbutted him and started for the door, and that is where it hit me. The taste of blood, the pain, the heat, then the cold. I looked down to my body, and saw 4 blood stains which were growing on my white shirt. I fell to the ground, slipping out of consiousness, hearing Mark. "Mom! Don't just stand there! Call for an ambulace!"

*****

I woke up, thinking I had just had the most inexplicably real nightmare of my life. "Man that was fucked up." Speaking to myself again, only hearing the heart monitor after the sleepiness had left. I turned toward the sound, to see that Mark and his mother, were both there in the room, sleeping. She was on the couch, and Mark had his head on the side of the bed, and my paw in his hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and he lifted his head, looking at me with tear filled eyes.

"Matt, I thought I lost you." He started crying, "don't ever scare me like that again."

I tried taking a deep breath, but cramped up in pain, and the monitor went nuts for a few seconds. "Ow, that smarts, what happened?"

"You don't remember?" He looked at me as though I was crazy. "How can you not remember confronting my dad, getting shot, then headbutting him before you collapsed?"

"So that wasn't a dream, I thought it was a bit real." I was shocked once again, it's amazing what you would think. "How long was I under?"

"It's been 3 weeks. Your work called you yesterday to find out if you still think you work for them. My mom told them why you were not there."

I looked to see if she was still sleeping, then asked. "Does your dad know you two are here?"

"We don't care," Comming from mark, that sounded really cold. "He has been locked up for attempted homicide, and greavious bodily harm." Not so cold anymore. "He shot you 4 times after all."

I carefully repossitioned myself with some help from Mark, so that I was not lying down and could see the damage for myself. "1 round into the right lung, 3 passing trough the abdomine missing all other vitals?" I have always been 'lucky' when getting hurt. "I guess that means I am lucky to be alive."

"I told my mother about you and me." I could swear he was scared of me, but after what happened, I could not blame him. "She is fine with it."

I felt myself nodding off again, so with all the sincerity i could muster, I told him. "I really love you." Seeing his mom look at us with a smile, then I passed out. I could hear him say to me as a lay there sleepin. "I love you too." All I dreamt of, was us being happy. He visited me daily, as he had been doing since they locked his dad away a few days after I got shot.

*****

When I was released from hospital a few days later, We decided that a getaway was in order, so I arranged that we would go to the coast for a while. We took the bus down, and rented a motel room for the week. What happened you may ask? All I can say is. "Every dark cloud has a silver lining."