Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "island". We are back with my NaNoWriMo, Welterweight.
**Warning! There is a little bit of adult language.**
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“Caleb, you need to rest and heal,” Micah called after him.
He ignore Micah as he strode across the camp, not stopping until he reached the family building. He threw open the doors to the gym then searched for the gloves he left there before the full moon. He strapped them on each hand then approached a punching bag. He threw a punch. His body reverberated in pain. He sucked in a breath and threw another. He cringed in response.
He kept throwing combinations despite the agony. He couldn’t stop to think. Dwelling on her would be too much. I knew it was too good to be true. I am such a dumbass.
He stopped to take a breath, to force the pain away. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, he caught something in his peripheral vision. He turned to find his entire family standing there watching him. Momma was wringing her hands together like every time she was anxious.
“Caleb, you need to stop,” Josiah demanded.
“I need to destroy this son of a bitch,” he replied. “I’ll show her who the real man is.”
“Not if you’re too broken to fight.”
Caleb ran his hands through his hair. “Explain it to me. I thought once you mate, you mate for life. Why has my mate left me?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. I’ll do the research. I’ll figure it out. Just don’t kill yourself in the process. Let us help. You’re not an island like you’ve forced yourself and others to believe your entire life. We’re your family.”
Caleb sighed heavily. “I’d rather be dead than be without her. I told Littlefoot this mating thing was a curse. I wish I was free of it. Now, please. Get out so I can train or help me get ready. Your choice.”
His family stared at him speechless. One by one, all of his brothers except Josiah turned for the door.
Caleb shook his head and snorted. “Should have known you’d all turn your back on me.”
Joshua spun back at him with a scowl. “I can’t speak for the others, but I’m not training with you in jeans, you asshole. Have the courtesy to let us change.”
Caleb cocked a grin. It was forced but it was there. “Sure. Go get ready. Not that it’ll help.”
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