Blondie shook her head. “If she even is—”
“You saw what she did, she threw herself in front of a pack of wolves for me,” Brayden stated.
I gasped, shock ripping through my entire system at his words.
That’s why he looked familiar. Those eyes. The fur.
My grey wolf?
No. This was a hallucination, this wasn’t real.
Blondie looked sadly over at Brayden. “I hope you’re right. Come on, let’s get her home before she starts howling.”
Howling? I opened my mouth and screamed, but seconds later Brayden’s giant hand clamped over my mouth. He peered down at me with pulsing eyes. Blue-yellow, blue-yellow, they flashed back and forth constantly.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he said, and then released my mouth and scooped me up into his arms again.
I was too tired to fight, too tired to yell.
All I could manage was to look up at the beautiful and scary man carrying me and whisper, “Whatare you?”
He looked down at me, confliction wrestling in his gaze. “A werewolf,” he whispered back as the darkness finally pulled me under and I felt pain no more.
* * *
I moaned,rolling around in my sheets as the sleepiness clung to my limbs. I could easily snooze for another ten hours but my stomach was eating itself and so I reached my arms above my head and stretched, yawning. When I opened my eyes, I froze.
Where was I? Fear seized my body as I sat up and looked around the foreign room. I was in a large bed with black and white flannel sheets and facing a wall full of windows that displayed a thick forest of trees… and not a house to be seen for miles. I peered down at the hardwood floors and saw my shoes and socks.
My heart hammered in my chest as the memory of last night came back to me.
My mom took me to the hospital. That guy Brayden was there and he was a doctor. A lady with pink hair and glowing hands had led my mom out and then Brayden told me he was a werewolf.
I tipped my head back and laughed maniacally.
A werewolf.The rabies had worked its way into my system and now I was fully losing my mind. I looked down at my arm and once again admired the smooth blemish-free skin. How could I have rabies if there was no bite?
There was a knock on the door and I reached out and grabbed a pillow as a weapon.
What was I going to do with this? Smother my assailant?
Dropping the pillow, I grabbed my boot instead.
“Just let me go and I won’t even tell the cops!” I yelled.
Rabies and hallucinations or not, Brayden might have kidnapped me, that much I was sure of.
The door creaked open and the blonde woman from the hospital poked her head in. “Tell the cops what? That you stupidly jumped in front of an alpha werewolf fight, got yourself bitten, and now Brayden and I are trying to save your life? Good luck with that.” She rolled her eyes.
I dropped the boot.“What did you just say?”
Something about what she said rang true. Those wolves, that night I’d gotten bitten, they hadn’t seemed like normal wolves. I thought the one wolf was just really tame and let me pet him.
No.
“That’s why your arm healed so fast. You have werewolf saliva inside of your bloodstream right now and it has magical healing properties.”
Annnnd the last thread of my sanity broke in that moment. I burst into sobs, collapsing backward on the bed.
