Mac had run back home hoping to find peace but he hasn't known peace since he came to this world, since came out as gay. He came back and met his drunk father at the door staring down at him with disgust.
There was a rogue attack in their pack and many were killed, he was gone for almost 24 hours but his dad didn't look worried.
"So you are still alive," his father asked.
The alcohol in his breath hit Mac hard, he scrunched his face in disgust.
"I'm sorry but you don't get the liberty of living a life with me still alive." Mac responded.
"I know you were in a man's house, you were out whoring weren't you? You fag." Mac's father stared at the son he had brought into this world with a displeasing look. He had hoped for a rogue to kill him so he could get rid of the disgrace his son brought in his life.
"It's been a long and painful day, I'd like to go to my room and sleep." Mac walked past him.
Unable to accept the disrespect, his father George, grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him back.
Mac yelled in pain. "What the hell?!" He yelled.
"I need some money," the old drunkard said.
"And what does that have to do with me? Do I look like a money making machine to you? I'm your son, not a bank." Mac retorted.
"You are not my son!" George yelled, "No son of man is gay, no son of mine sleeps with a man. No son of mine sleeps around for money! Do you think your mate would want you when she finally sees you?" George asked.
Mac laughed, "Too bad I've found my mate, he's a handsome hunk, very rich and guess what? He wants me. He is very possessive of me, he is already obsessed with me." Mac couldn't help the smirk that marred his lips when he told his father about his mate. Although what he said was partly a lie, he didn't mean it, he only said it so his father would be angrier.
George couldn't believe his ears and he didn't know what to do so he did what he knew best. He pulled out his belt, Mac stared at him emotionless, it wasn't new to him, he has always been his father's punching bag.
He shut his eyes and waited for the impact which came almost immediately. The cracking sound of the bed against his flesh filled the room.
No matter how much it hurts Mac refused to cry, he wasn't going to give his father the pleasure of seeing him cry again.
Noticing this, George discarded the belt and decided to use his hands, he picked Mac up like he weighed nothing and threw him against the wall.
George smiled when he heard the sound of his bones breaking, he smiled when he saw the blood on his son's skin, he smiled when he saw the tear that slipped out of Mac's eyes, he smiled when he saw him huffing for air.
George didn't give him time to heal, he pounced on him, punching and kicking. But, Mac still refused to cry in front of him, he'd rather cry in his room all by himself than cry in front of the man who helped bring him into this world.
George kept punching him, kicking him in the guts but no matter how much pain he inflicted on Mac he wouldn't cry so he gave up.
"I am going out, before I come back I want you out of my house, I don't care where you go, I don't care what you do with your life but it shouldn't be in my house." George left after giving the last blow.
Mac laid there, unmoving. He had to wait for his wounds and bones to heal before he could move. The tears he's been holding finally fell.
A few hours later, he finally felt better, his wounds had properly healed. Mac stood up and went to his room, fell face first on his bed and cried.
His father uses his sexuality as an excuse of why he's been beating him but the truth is his father has always been an abusive man. His mother died in his father's hands, he beat her to death.
There are scars on his body, a gift from his father. Scars he got from all the years of maltreatment. Even before he got his wolf his father has been hitting him thus the scars.
He is the reason Mac hates violent men, men in power, men who smile when they see blood. He can't escape his father's clutches and fall in the hands of Joss DelLuca. He wants to be free from abuse.
Mac entered the bathroom and took a bath, the blood washing off his body. He dressed up and packed his bag.
Their world is small, it'll be easy for Joss to find him so Mac decided to run to the human world. Sure Joss is also in the human world but the world is big, it'll be hard for him to be found by his mafia mate, so he thought.
Mac took his savings, it was enough to get him an apartment and food for a few months while he looked for a job. His father wasn't wrong when he called him a whore because that's who he was and even though he did it just to make his father angry but at least it fetched him some money.
He was going to leave his father's house for him just as the man requested. The only reason he was staying there was because of his mother's memories.
He walked out and shifted into his wolf, the wind brushing against his gold fur. He was happy to finally leave this place, this place where men's ego holds more value as compared to people's lives.
The journey wasn't an easy one, he has been to the human world countless times for sure but never with the intention of staying there permanently.
So when he arrived he didn't know where to go. He never bought a phone because he's never needed one since he had no friends so he couldn't surf the internet for real estate agents.
Mac walks endlessly in the big city of Madrid not realizing the shadows watching him, following his every step.
After walking for hours, he finally found a place that was coincidentally open for rent and what made it even better was the fact that the landlord accepted three months rent. It was too good to be true but He didn't dwell on it, the only thing that was in his mind was to settle in and find something to eat because he was starving.
"Welcome and enjoy your new home." The human landlord said, handing him the keys to his one bedroom apartment.
"Thank you." Mac was very happy.
He went to his room, it was furnished and clean, he didn't even have to do anything. He dropped his bag and went to the private balcony to stare at the city. The view from his apartment was beautiful.
As much as he wanted to stay and enjoy the view, he had to eat. He went back to his room and closed the balcony door, opened his wallet and pulled out cash.
He remembers passing a dinner a few blocks away. He went there and ordered his meal. He ordered patatas bravas to go. He received his meal and paid.
Mac happily skips down the streets of Madrid, if they told anyone that he was sad a few hours ago, the person would say it's a lie.
Mac still didn't notice the shadows in the dark following him around. He went to his room, closed the door and was ready to have his dinner but a sudden gush of wind stopped his movement.
Mac turned and found his balcony door open. "I closed this door didn't I?" He said out loud...