Werewolf High School

Part 35: This is the End, Beautiful Friend (Saturday Night & The Next Few Days)

That evening after dinner, Brigitte made me a bubble bath, and she helped me undress and get into the water. At that point, I was aware that I stunk as I hadn't taken a shower for five days, so the bath was really much needed and appreciated.

The bathtub was filled only halfway, so I could still sit in the water, but I didn't soak the gauze and bandages wrapped over my wound. It was healing well, but it still needed a few more days. I guess it was a deep and big gash, even for a werewolf.

Brigitte prepared everything I needed and then left. She said I could call her anytime if I needed something. I soaked in the warm water for a long time because it felt really good to get myself clean again.

I could see that the other scratches and bites on my body had almost disappeared, and I was really happy about that. I killed a lot of wolves on Sunday, and I didn't regret one little bit of it. They wanted to take me to Henry, and none of them would have thought twice about killing me if they had a chance.

They had kept me in that dark, cold cell for two days. I was hungry, unconscious for some time, and all I had was a hard wooden bench and later a blanket. Thirty grown men kept me, a sixteen-year-old, in there. I mean, I really was a threat they thought I was, but still. No, I certainly didn't feel sorry for any of them. I would kill them all over again if I had a chance.

When I felt water getting cold, I gave my body one more scrub and washed my hair one more time before calling Brigitte to help me out. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, the doctor came to change my bandages again. He said I was healing well, and I was sure glad to hear that. A few more days, and I should be up and about again.

When I got into bed, I couldn't sleep. I was thinking of Adam and if he was alright. Alpha Christian's words comforted me before, but now I was getting worried again. Why wasn't he back yet? I could feel through our mate bond that he was still alive and unhurt, but that was mostly it. They could have captured him and took him to a cell, just like they took me.

My eyes stopped on the picture of us on the nightstand, the one I gave him for his birthday. I remembered the day it was taken and how happy we were together. We made love for the first time one night before, and it was absolutely magical. It was so much more than good sex. It was a confirmation of our feelings for each other and the final acknowledgment of our bond. It was also a protest to our parents, and it was our statement we are staying together no matter what. The mix of all of that made it unforgettable for me.

In the picture, Adam was sitting behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked so happy and carefree, and that was exactly what I wanted to see in him every day. But if we stayed together, there will surely be plenty of problems and worries from his pack and also from mine.

For a moment, it crossed my mind if he would be better off paired with someone less ambitious than me. Someone who could be a proper Luna for his pack and who could support him with her full attention. Still, I already knew what he would say to that if he heard me, and I smiled at myself for even thinking that. Just as he was the only one I wanted, so was I the only one for him. I felt it with every single part of me, and I didn't doubt that for a second, especially after everything we went through. It was past midnight when the sleep finally took over me.

I woke up a few hours later, sensing something in the bed next to me. It was still dark, and I couldn't see anything, so I felt with my hand around the bed. There was somebody in bed with me, and I almost jumped up, but a jolt of pain shot through my shoulder.

"Hey, it's me. I didn't want to wake you," a familiar voice whispered. It was Adam; I couldn't believe it! "Adam, you're back! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" I couldn't stop asking as I had been so worried about him. He chuckled at that. "I'm the one who should be asking you that," he said. I could only lay on my back and turn my head towards him even though I wanted to hug him so much. He was laying down next to me on his side, facing toward me, stroking my cheek with his hand now.