(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: Am I...a beast?

With his parents essentially being responsible for Charlie’s wellbeing as the kid got his feet under him, he had to come with them when they went to Kellen’s class for Field Guide training.

It was like an awakening for Charlie. He was wide eyed, bushy tailed, his mouth wide open as he watched his fellow Guides move, exercise, and fight with wooden sticks against standing dummies. Kellen was a little confused that he was so entranced by the Guides, but he wasn’t going to argue with him about it.

He was far too skinny still to be able to even be in the ’regular’ class. If they did a second intake, maybe, but that was months out. Charlie would just have to watch, he guessed, or...Kellen’s gaze slid to his Mom. He knew that if he showed enough interest, there was a chance that she would take notice. And knowing his parents...Well, Charlie might be getting the same training Kellen did.

Speaking of, Brent let out a shout of joy when he saw that Kellen was walking without a cane. His expression was full of happiness as he saw his Dad as well, until he realised that Kellen was being held up by his Mom. He faltered, as did many of the Guides in the second class.

"What happened?" He asked. "I knew that Taylor called him over and all but this...is he okay?" Brent asked and Kellen answered for himself, even though the question was directed to his parents.

"I’m fine. Just extra drugged. Rhys." Kellen didn’t explain further, and Brent’s expression relaxed immediately.

"Ah. Understood. I’ll grab you guys some chairs then. Everyone, Guide Woods is fine, fully healed, just working through some pain meds." He told the class, since they were also worried about him. Nods of acknowledgement went around the room, and Kellen was a little surprised that everyone was so concerned about him. He pushed these people to their breaking points practically daily. Yet here they were, happy to know that he was okay.

"We’ll do it, Brent. You have a class to teach." Kellen’s Dad said, his smile soft and warm and Brent’s cheeks flushed before he grinned.

"Understood, Mr. Woods. Mrs. Woods, if you want, I can race you on the obstacle course later?" Brent offered, his expression coy. Kellen’s Mom laughed, reaching out and slapping his hand on his shoulder.

"You are a troublemaker, aren’t you? Sure, Brent. Once the class is over."

"Can we stay to watch?" One of the Guide’s asked, and everyone watched as they perked up across the room. Kellen chuckled.

"I think none of you are prepared for this, including Guide Jameson, but yes, of course. I won’t be able to stick around and watch you get beaten, Brent, since I have to go to my guiding session after." Kellen’s Mom gave him a smile.

"I feel you will be able to stick around. I have a strange feeling that Captain of yours is going to come pick you up." She teased and Kellen rolled his eyes. He wobbled, stubbornly moving towards where they had stacked chairs and Kellen’s Mom groaned, catching him as he nearly fell. "Do not make me a liar, Kellen. Just let us help you, alright?" His Mom told him as his Dad moved past him to grab some chairs.

He unfolded them, handing one to Kellen who basically used it as a walker as he slid it across the floor to sit where he could watch everyone. He knew it was a little silly of him, since everyone kind of looked like blobs, but it made him feel better. He couldn’t even get work done on his laptop if he wanted to, so he sat there, his arms crossed as his parents chatted to each other and Charlie followed Brent around, asking questions when he wasn’t busy with their students.

It was cute, honestly, and Kellen could feel his mood settle out.

"Kellen sweetheart, do you know how many free rooms the Guild has?" Kellen turned his head slowly towards his parents, his Dad on the other side of his Mom and leaning over her to speak to him directly. Kellen frowned.

"I’m unsure. There are quite a few though. Did you message Rhys or speak to him about an apartment yet?" Kellen asked and his Mom shook her head.

"Didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up when the man was panicking about you experiencing pain. I’m honestly glad you aren’t a girl, because from his reaction alone the man would faint or kill the doctor if you were giving birth." Kellen felt his face go white.

"Don’t even joke about that. He gets so upset when I get hurt." Kellen told them and they both smiled at him.

"Then don’t get hurt, Kellen. It’s that simple." Kellen rolled his eyes at his Mom’s smart comment.

"Very easy for you to say. You can just go invisible when things get rough. I can’t. I’m also pretty squishy compared to some of the things I’ve faced, including a gun." Kellen deadpanned and his Dad laughed, while his Mom didn’t.

"Fair enough. Guns are pretty hard." His Dad chuckled, his hand squeezing his wife’s thigh to take the sting out. His Mom’s lips were white from how hard she was pressing them, before she relaxed and let out the breath she held.

"Anyway," Kellen said, shifting in his seat but keeping his arms crossed, "I can just message him right now and let him know that you two are thinking about a different apartment." Kellen said and his Mom snorted.

"Can you even see the screen right now? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to narrow your eyes to see better, Kellen. Taylor didn’t give you a heavy dose, but you rarely take any kind of medication. It’s going to hit you harder especially." Kellen pouted.

"I can attempt it before you shoot it down, alright?" Kellen shot back and his Dad chuckled.