noahthealpha:
“You don’t mean that.” Noah said it gently. It was strange, the more that Will spat at him, the more Noah was calming down. This part he could handle, Will lashing out because he was angry. He knew this Will. He watched as Will paced and he couldn’t help the small smile that was rising onto his lips. It seemed that Will was intent on surprising the shit out of him this night. Because that was the whole point of the pack, it had been for a long time but he hadn’t realised that the younger wolf had truly understood that until now. Will had always been fighting any injustice that he would see, but this was different. It wasn’t a little thing he was picking up, it was a responsibility and he was willing to take it.
Noah glanced at Nadia on the couch, his lips pursed together. “That still remains to be seen. But yes, I do understand. I mean… you’ve met Quinn.” Noah said it wryly. Quinn was always the rebellious one, the one that cause him trouble on par with Will on some days. She had no filter and her temper would get the better of her most of the time. She was a risk and they molded her into a fighter for their pack, loyal beyond belief. Perhaps it wasn’t much different. He did tilt his head before he smiled at Will. “You fought well, young wolf.” It was an old nickname but Noah was feeling nostalgic for the little boy that Will used to be. A bundle of laughs and troublemaking, always a cheeky smile in his wake. Maybe he wasn’t doing such a bad job, if this was how he turned out. “Good arguments… Who taught you how to do that?”
Will did mean it, at least in that moment he did. Screw Quinn, screw Tristan and screw Cara too. They were supposed to be family, they were supposed to be pack. They should have had his back on this but instead they turned against him. They all but laughed his concerns for this werewolf girl off. If it had been any one of them who came home with Nadia this would have gone completely differently, it wouldn’t just be Will and Noah left too hash it out while Nadia remained unconscious on their sofa. It only made his blood boil more, anger burning brighter and hotter inside of him despite his best efforts to stop the flames from burning anybody he loved. Noah’s serene and calm demeanour only added fuel to the fire, his jaw clenched with a burning rage as he walked towards the opposite side of the room, a tightly clenched fist tapping against the wall in frustration. He wanted so badly to punch the wall, to feel his fist connect and break something. Anything. Will was an expert at bottling up his emotions, burying them so deep that even he wasn’t sure he was capable of feeling. Anger, however. That was never an emotion he could hide. Not when his father died, abandoning him. Not when Rosalie betrayed them and abandoned them, and not when he realised the people that were supposed to protect this town were just as corrupt and evil as the villains in the comic books he read growing up.
“Stop.” Will breathed, pressing his forehead against the cold, brick wall. “Stop calling me that and stop doing that.” He hated when Noah remained calm and collected, it was patronising when he was younger and it was even more so now. “Do you trust me?” He lifted his head from the brick wall, turning to face Noah again and steeling himself. “You say I fought well. You say I made a good argument,” He walked towards Noah now, the fire inside of him beginning to flicker out, slowly. It wasn’t gone, not completely but the flames weren’t ablaze now. “So, do you trust me enough to let me make this call?”















