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Will stared at his little farmhouse in remorse, trying to feel some kind of sadness for what he was about to do. The chilling air nipped at him and the haunting look of the field around the house made him just as lonely as he always was. After he had been released from the mental hospital and had been taken to trial; Will had decided that he was done. He couldn't do this anymore with Hannibal and Jack Crawford.
He was done working for the FBI and he would never return. He couldn’t stand the way Jack looked at him anymore; like he would break down at any moment. He couldn’t put up with Alana’s constant worrying about his relationship with Hannibal and her pitying looks. He sure as hell couldn’t stand Hannibal Lecter anymore. Alana had been partially right about their relationship; it was indeed destructive but not in the way she thought it was. Their relationship was what it was and neither could help that they couldn't do without the other.
When he had first met Jack, he had been overjoyed at the opportunity at being a criminal profiler seemed to be good for him. Seeing that he had just moved from Louisiana to Virginia after the death of his father and as he wanted to start over. The move had taken roughly fifteen hours, which wasn’t that long but Will had been so exhausted that he didn’t even make it to his farmhouse until two days later. He got rid of his Cajun accent and began to shed himself of his old self; one that he had known all of his life.
Leaving his boathouse in Louisiana had proved to be the hardest decision he had ever made. He had grown up there with his father ever since his mother had left them for a man who was better. His father had been a good man but that obviously wasn’t enough for her, so she just left them. From what his father had said was that his mother had met right out of high school and fell in love. His mother’s family had not approved of the relationship from the beginning. His mother had been from a very well off and very rich family.
His mother’s family had been an old and very wealthy line of aristocrats in Louisiana. Since she had been the only omega in a long time made her very sought after in high society. Will’s father wasn’t a part of high society, in fact, he was dirt poor. His father’s family had been based deep in the bayou; practically on the edge of civilization. The rough swamplands that were rumored to be home to voodoo and other voodoo-like practices. Will could neither confirm nor deny it to anyone who asked.
His higher class relatives had been disgusted and had practically disowned her when they had first found out she was pregnant. His maternal grandmother had stated that the only way to be welcomed back into high society was to either get an abortion or to leave her bastard child with its bastard father. So, that's what she did; she had left the hospital right after Will was born, without even naming him. It was his father who named him after a distant uncle.
Feeling a flutter in his stomach, Will placed his hand on his growing bump. This was the only kind of closure he knew he would get that wasn’t death or being put in jail. He had to go off the grid for a while, he had to leave this life behind and start anew. He had to leave his job, his colleagues, his little farmhouse, and more importantly; he had to leave Hannibal Lecter behind. He was going to leave the father of his unborn child behind in Virginia. It wasn't that he wasn’t a good enough alpha or the fact that he was placed into the mental institute.
Will couldn’t help but feel guilty about the fact that he was going to leave. He felt that he was just like his mother in this way. He was leaving the father of his child and taking away the opportunity for the alpha to raise their child. Hannibal had, in many ways, betrayed his trust and Will couldn't let that go. Even when Will had found out what Hannibal was, the older male had still let Will be imprisoned. Yes, Hannibal had spoken at his trial but it didn't matter anymore; he was done. He was going to start a new life with his child somewhere safe.
Taking one last look at the small house Will slowly walked to his car. He had given most of his dogs away only to keep one; Winston. He had felt in his heart that he couldn’t give his first pup away to some stranger. He was close to all of the dogs but, Winston was the only pup he had actually felt a deep connection with. Every time he had a nightmare, Winston was always next to him; licking his face and whining to wake up.
Will let out a low whistle and Winston came running out of nearby woods; his tail wagging and his tongue sticking out. The pup licked his hand and nudged between his legs. It was only until he sat in the driver's seat of his silver sedan that Will was overcome with a wave of sadness. Will covered his mouth, trying to silence his sobbing, and looked at his little house one more time. This was his end.
“Goodbye,” Will said and started up his car.
Will was halfway out of his driveway when he looked in his rear-view mirror only to see a shadow staring back at him. He shook it off and focused on the road, thinking he was just imagining it. But he was indeed very wrong.
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Hannibal checked his watch for the fifteenth time in a row. Will was late; which was highly unusual. He had hoped that after the trial Will, who was noticeably distant, would see that everything that Hannibal had to for him; was for his own good. Everything that Hannibal had tried to build for Will, ended up being destroyed by Will himself.
Hannibal sat in his desk chair and tried to focus on other things that weren’t Will Graham. Which was very hard, seeing that the omega that he had mated wasn’t near him and his instincts were screaming at him. His instincts were telling him to find his omega and teach him a lesson. The beast inside of him was clawing at his chest; hoping to be let out. Hannibal cleared his throat and looked at the clock again; 7:28. If Will wouldn’t come to him then he would go to Will. He was done waiting; he had been waiting so long for the right omega to come into his life. He certainly wouldn’t let Will Graham get away from him this time.