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    Mordecai watched the cops. They didn’t even seem to care that Silas and Mordecai were there. He looked at Silas when he spoke and stood up, trotting out of the room. Where could they go from here? The only place Mordecai could of was Silas’s pack.

    As if reading Mordecai's thoughts, Silas turned to the other wolf, simultaneously puzzled and content. With his jaw set, he marched out the front door, eyes heavy with determination. "What do we do now? I don't have anywhere to go. If we crawl back to my pack, my father might be angry. I suppose I could return to them. Maybe we can hide out in the woods until things settle down," Silas suggested, throwing the idea out there.

    Mordecai licked his head. “Don’t be scared. If we go to your pack, they can help us catch whoever it is.” He said. “I won’t push you to if you’re scared. We just needed to figure out where we can get shelter for a bit.”

    "Let's find somewhere to shelter for the night. Where did you live before you started housing with me the other night? Maybe we can stay there," Silas suggested quietly, padding off down the trail toward the old church once again. The Oregon rain had better not start falling, he thought to himself.

    Mordecai forget he had his own place. “Oh, yeah. We can stay there.” He said. Mordecai looked up at the sky and sighed. It was such a beautiful day despite getting involved with a case.

    "C-can you take me there?" For some reason he felt white-hot embarrassment sear through him. It almost felt like they were on a date, and he was about to get taken back to his place. But he knew that was far from the case. They were in a dire situation. This was out of pure necessity, he reminded himself.

    Mordecai nodded. “Of course.” He said. “It’s not far away from that old church.” Mordecai nudged him with his nose playfully. “Maybe if it rains we can stay there.” He laughed.

    "Perhaps," Silas nodded with a grin. He wanted to say that he wouldn't mind staying anywhere, as long as it was with Mordecai, but he stopped himself. Again, it wasn't the time. He let out a long sigh and padded along after Mordecai, visibly exhausted from keeping his thoughts to himself.

    Mordecai looked at him. His ears went back slightly seeing he didn’t look too happy. “What’s wrong? Stressed?” He asked. “We’ll be alright. I know we will. If we end up in jail, they’ll be surprised seeing wolves in a cell and we’ll break free again.”

    Mordecai felt his heart race. How was he supposed to respond? His head told him to change the subject and just get to his house, but his heart wanted to talk more about what Silas meant. “What about you and me?” He asked, agreeing with his heart that it was the way to go. Mordecai glanced at the ground as he got nervous.

    “I mean you and I, we’re... we’re friends, right? It’s like I’ve been friends with you before though, on some hot summer night a long time ago, I just...” his thoughts wandered off and he shook his head, trying to discern meaning from cobwebs of thoughts that came and went from his mind. “Mordecai. What are we?”

    Mordecai thought about that question for a bit. He saw the old church and figured they needed to sit down and talk this one out. “Let’s go in here and talk about it, okay?” He suggested. Mordecai ran into the church without a response. He sniffed around and reminded himself of the last time they were here. Mordecai shifted and sat down, leaning back against one of the walls.

    “Okay,” Silas readily agreed, sitting beside Mordecai. “Heh, our scent from last time is still here. And it still kinda smells like rain,” he thought aloud, rushing with a sudden nostalgia of the day they’d met, just yesterday. His nerves were stockpiling themselves into his throat and he forced himself to speak to break the uncanny silence. “So, um. What are you thinking now, Mordecai?”

    Mordecai smiled as Silas mentioned their day yesterday. He looked at him when he asked the question. Mordecai got nervous again. “Um, so you asked about what we were?” He said and bit his lip. “I-I think i’m starting to grow fond of you, Silas. Really.” Mordecai admitted.

    “To be honest? I feel the same,” gushed Silas, suddenly flooded with a relief that warmed its way all the way up to his heart. “You know, recently I’ve just been feeling like... I know you from somewhere. I said that before, but I really mean it this time,” paused Silas, looking up at Mordecai with a sudden longing and regret.

    Mordecai blushed hearing that he felt the same. Mordecai slowly nodded. “I feel like I’ve met you too.” He responded quietly. “I spent a lot of time in the woods growing up. It was the only way to get away from my parents.” Mordecai chuckled. Something told him that the kid from his childhood, the one that has meant so much to Mordecai throughout his life so far, was actually Silas. His heart wanted to believe it was Silas. He wanted to believe the two of them were soulmates of some sorts.

    “I did too,” Silas exclaimed, pausing with shock. Could it be? The boy he’d been looking for all of his life? A shudder of cold ran up his spine and made its way into his gut. He felt nervous for some reason.


    “Did you ever meet a boy? In the woods while you were playing? You ran in the stream with him, and raced around the woodland, and...” he drifted off, lost in his own reverie. Then he realized how awkward it would be if Mordecai wasn’t that child he’d remembered so long ago. “Never mind,” he mumbled, shaking his head.