|| Orange ||

|| 4 Chapter ||

It was late in the evening, and the boy was still sleeping, quiet and relaxed on a soft bed, and the man was by his side.

Stroking it on the head, he noticed various marks on the bare nape: small holes were scattered here and there. He passed his phalanges over it, feeling the boy's soft skin under his fingertips.

A tremendous rage shot through his head, but before he did anything the curtain was pulled back, revealing a woman in her sixties.

<< Relax Alpha. Your smell is too strong for the boy, he is still a puppy >>

<< Did you discover something? >> the aforementioned Alpha asked impatiently.

The shaman took off her thin glasses, and then fixed her gaze on the subject of the speech.

<<Most of these injuries were not caused accidentally by the young man, but some could be ... >> she was not sure if it was appropriate to continue the discussion, perhaps it would have been more appropriate to keep the Alpha in the dark. his discoveries until the most opportune day would come; before she could formulate an answer, the Alpha interrupted her thoughts, leaving her with no other choice.

<<Is it an omega? >> This hypothesis touched the mind of the Alpha several times and wanted to have confirmation.

The woman knew what the consequences could be, but still answered with a faint "yes".

Angry more than ever, he roared so loud that he woke the young man with a start, who looked around confused and annoyed.
He came out of the shed, transformed into his canine form and went to unload his anger in hunting.

The boy, confused by that bad awakening, complained of the severe pain that went through his chest, pain accentuated by having sat up too quickly. The shaman immediately went to his aid, helping him to lie down and, delicately she took care to cover him up to his chin with the blanket that had previously fallen on his hips.

The boy closely followed every movement of the woman who was looking after him despite not knowing him. It all seemed like a dream to him, first a wolf transforming into a human being, a warm place and then some unknown people who medicate it; he was by no means used to those ways, too alien to him.

After making sure that the regeneration procedure was proceeding correctly, the woman moved away from the bed on which the young man was lying and, she approached a shelf where some bottles were stored, starting to fiddle with some of them; meanwhile, the boy gave himself a few seconds to scrutinize her better than she did: he wore heavy clothes, with a bit of dirt mixed with snow on top; he wore leather boots with wool inside. His skin was fair and his hair, up to mid-back, was as white as his.

After taking what he needed, he quickly disappeared behind the curtain above the door.

For the short time he was alone, with silence to keep him company, he glanced at the surrounding area: from the bed he could see the whole room illuminated by the window above the bed, and by the glow of the fire crackling in the chimney.
An enormous wool carpet extended to the center of the room and, leaning against the wall, a bookcase closed by glass doors. Even from a distance he could see books with yellowed backs and others that were new and untouched.
The boy could see another room connected to his, also illuminated. He could see bottles and flasks of all shapes and sizes, filled with brightly colored liquids stacked on the shelves. It was probably the pantry.

A sigh left his lips now a light pink color. He didn't understand anything; the woman returned with a bowl and a glass beaker with orange liquid inside.

<<I brought you food, pasta and vegetables. And while I was there, I prepared you a medicine to soothe the pain and speed up the regeneration of wounds, moreover, I wanted to add some orange essence, so as to make the taste more pleasant on the palate >> accompanied the speech with a gentle and affectionate smile.
Only in that moment, he noticed that the woman had a particular violet tending to lilac eyes.

The boy looked at her suspiciously, he would not have trusted people, even though they had medicated him and given him food with a place to rest.

When the woman saw him doubtful, she tried to approach slowly so as not to scare him.
She saw that the boy rose with his torso: his gaze fixed on his figure and the claws, formerly normal nails, in plain sight; his ears pointed forward focused on capturing every single sound and danger.
She intercepted a pleasant scent coming straight to his sensitive nose, making him water: the temptation was great but she did not give up.

She saw him waver, he had the expression of someone who hadn't eaten for months, but her aura said the opposite.
She knew the boy was a fighter, the Alpha had told what happened when they met, she should have imagined that she might have that reaction. She put her plate and glass down on the table and she quickly tried to take the young man's wrist. The boy being more agile, jumped out of bed with a sudden jerk and ended up falling to the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took his wrists and put them over his head and tried to lock his legs to keep him from moving. She didn't want to be violent, but she had to get him to take that goddamn medicine.

Suddenly someone entered, the boy tried to turn his head to understand who he was, despite the various difficulties he managed to see a familiar face, it was the man who had led him up there.

<<What is going on here? >> asked the Alpha.

Returning to the village empty-handed, with the mood on the ground and frustrated, he decided at least to see how the situation was unfolding in the shed of the shaman.

As soon as he entered he saw her astride the young man, who was kicking and squirming, trying to keep him still.

<< Help me! I have to make him take the medicine, but it is impossible >>

The Alpha took the woman's place and sat on top of the young man, holding his arms over his white head and his legs still.

"No, no! I do not want to relive the same moments, I beg you, I beseech you. Not you too. No, please! I beg you!"

The boy's pupils increased exponentially, the fear grew until he became hysterical: he began to scream and squirm, in a vain attempt to free himself.

His chest, at the Alpha, close to his heart, tightened in a vice: seeing him in those conditions made him feel strange, agitated. He didn't want to hurt him, but getting him to take that medicine was basically, it would help him.

Driven by that thought he buried his head in the young man's neck, trying in vain to smell it, but it was absent; he ground his teeth.

The woman quickly made him swallow the contents inside the glass, some droplets went down to his chin, others to his cheeks and then fell to the ground.

Having swallowed the contents, fatigue dragged him, until he abandoned him, in the arms of Morpheus.

She lifted her torso and looked at the unconscious body under him, he felt sorry for that boy, who knows how much he had been through, despite being so young.

He stood up and walked to the entrance of the hut, pulled back the curtain but before leaving he turned to the woman.

<<What you gave him, is not only for the wounds is it?

<< You're right. It is not only useful for wound healing, but will allow it to resume its animal form. It will allow him to return to being a werewolf in its entirety >>

<<Very good>> he was about to leave, but stopped again.

<< By the way, when he wakes up call me ... And give him something to dress ... >> he didn't want to use a harsh tone, but they didn't know who that boy was and if he could be an imminent danger for the herd: he just searched to be a good Alpha for his family.