“I’ve found him. He’s alive. Just about.” I send a message to my father before shifting back to my human form, so I can check him over better. I crouch down next to him, softly calling out his name. But I don’t get any response. I hear a group from my pack arrive with my father in the lead. Tom’s father is just behind him. He has already shifted back and is coming down to my level to see to his son. Nudity is something we have grown up with. We don’t get embarrassed by it, its just natural to us. The same way being a wolf is natural.
I can see the anger in his eyes too, as he takes in his son’s body. There are sure to have been broken bones, but with our accelerated healing they would have mended back together by now, but if they aren’t in the correct position they will have to be broken again and reset. He is covered in bite marks and scratches.
Wounds that have come directly from another wolf, like a bite or scratch, take longer to heal. Which is why Tom has lost so much blood. There is no mistaking he was attacked by another wolf; but again, there’s no smell of one.
“I’ll find who did this. I will. He won’t get very far.” I promise him. It’s a promise I intend to keep.
A couple of hours later, we have managed to get Tom back and he is in our medical room. The pack doctor and his parents are with him. And he is conscious now too. My father will let him rest till morning then ask him about what happened, and if he knew who the person was.
I take a long hot shower, which relaxes my muscles, and I find myself thinking over the past few day’s events. Today’s in particular.
I have a mate. Well I always knew I had one, but now I’ve actually found her.
Knowing what this rogue wolf is capable of doing to a werewolf, and seeing it with my own eyes, is worse than reading about those girls who died, most likely at his hands. It makes me even more determined to keep Alexia away from the pack. She cannot find out what I am, not yet, and no one else can find out what she is to me. But the issue is that I’m not going to be able to stay away from her.
She’s already there, in my head. Taking over all my thoughts and clouding my vision. I can’t wait to see her again in the morning, to smell her, to touch her, to kiss her.
I didn’t think I would ever be one of those guys who did the whole ‘goodnight text’ thing, but already I’m thinking about what I could write, just so that I can read what she replies to me.
I settle down in bed and grab my phone, it’s quite late and I don’t want to wake her, but I really would like to have some kind of communication with her. Even if it is just a text. I quickly type out out my message and wait for a reply.
Logan: hey, you awake still? X
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Alex’s POV
It's times like these that I wished I kept a diary. Maybe then I would be able to make sense of what has transpired today. Honestly I don’t think I can get my head around it. The more I think about it however; I don’t know whether I should be overjoyed or angry. Or maybe just both.
My first feelings were positively good, happy ones. He likes me. Logan actually likes me and wants me. And that kiss, well I don’t really have any words for it. It truly was unbelievable, incredible, unlike any thing my body has ever felt before. I can’t explain the fireworks that go off inside me when I am near him. I didn’t want the feeling to ever end.
Now though, maybe its because I’ve had time to think about it, I’m not sure my feelings are the same. Not about the kiss, I don’t think anything could make me change my mind on how great the kiss was, but more on what he said.
‘You are mine Alexia, Chris or anybody else cant have you. You belong to me.’
He was talking to me as if I were an item. Something that could be possessed by someone. I don’t belong to him or anyone. I’m not a thing; I’m a living, breathing human being. I can’t deny that I do feel some kind of pull toward him that I can’t understand. We certainly have a connection, and I did sort of like it when he called me ‘his’. But to say that Chris or anyone else can’t have me? That’s not what normal people say, is it?
I’ll have to talk to him about it tomorrow when he picks me up for school. The other thing that keeps on niggling at me, and I’m sure I’m not imagining it, but his eyes turn a different colour. They really were golden tonight. It couldn’t have been a trick of the light, we were outside. The odd things that happen to him or me when I’m around him are stacking up and something inside me tells me there is something that connects it all but I just have no clue as to what it is.
I decide a hot bath is what I need to clear my head. Usually I would have gone outside and read a book but considering that I promised for whatever reason not to go
