Remorse Dawned in, After I left him

I woke up with a full ache in my head, realizing I had been dreaming and groaning in pain. Letting out a low curse, I felt a bandage wrapped around my head which was a physical reminder of how I escaped death.

The sun halos brimmed through the window, I glanced to see myself in a dimly lit room. I glanced towards the other side of the bed fixed with blood drip.

My wolf body drained and worn out from the profound effect of the silver bullets shot in to my bloodstream, letting out a low curse, I had underestimated the pain of silver bullets and I never knew it would be this agonizing.

I felt a bandage wrapped around my head, which was a physical reminder of how I escaped death.

I felt empty—hollowed our by grief and loss as the weight of memories of past events pressed on me. I slowly recollected the memories of past events, and it was as if I died once.

My heart sinked, I had lost my word in chaos of shattered images and love torn by grief and betrayal. The death of my beloved parents had already pushed me almost to the brink of insanity and now coupled with the cruel betrayal of Lucas intensified my agony.

The shattered fragments of my heart seemed already scarred by the betrayal of Lucas. Recalling his animalistic behavior clawed my soul,beach memory like a sharp sword ripped through my chest.

The love and bond that has once been a a source of warmth turned a scary memory tormenting me with realization that what we shared would remain a nightmare.

I lay there looking lost, staring in to empty space as I wallowed in self-pity hoping to wake up from this unexpected nightmare

“I will get back at them, I muttered trying to comfort myself”.

My ears perked up on hearing the sound of footsteps, weariness met anticipation, I wanted to meet who rescued me. I lifted my gaze despite being exhausted and smiled warmly. I had endured only God knows how many days of exhaustion, saying I was beyond exhausted would be an understatement. The door opened and my tired eyes met brown eyes which are normally warm and compassionate. However, his eyes darkness he walked towards me like they were hiding secrets. My intuition told me he was the one who saved me in an instant.

“Thank you for saving me”. I found muttering in a low tone.

“It is the will of the Moon goddess,she saved you, not me”. He offered , a subtle flicker in his eyes revealing more than his words conveyed.

“My grandmother will be here soon, she's a traditional healer too and she has been helping me nurse you back to life”. A knock on the door cut short his conversation. A beautiful woman with silver hair colour walked in to the room, she carried an air of elegance with an aura of prestige hovering around her.

Her eyes filled with love and concern suddenly lighten up, she became happy and and walked towards me patting me gently on my freed hand. A sign that she was happy to see conscious after many days of being bedridden.

“Here, dear,” she said, bringing me out of thoughts. She handed me a cup filled with a traditional medicine she brewed.

“My grandmother is the healer of the golden moon pack, the brown eyes stranger who hadn't utter a word since grandmother came suddenly spoke out with pride.

The scent wafted through the air—a mixture of local herbs. I took cups from her hands with shaking hands, grateful for her care and drank the concoction carefully so it wouldn't spill. Warmth spread through me, a balm to my damaged soul and body. As the comforting effects settled in, so did the flood of memories. Tears swell in my ears and I began to cry.