The Protectors Trial

7. Silly Choices

Chelsea

I felt like I was floating. My eyes felt heavy, the only thing that made me realise I wasn't dead was the sound of a heart monitor. I tried to open my eyes and winced at the light, shutting them tightly again.

I slowly opened them again blinking as I adjusted to the light. I looked around the hospital room, Marcel had been here his scent lingered throughout the room. Aria was knocked out because of the painkillers, I could hear her dozing in the back of my mind.

I looked over to my mother who jumped up from a chair in the room, she made her way over to me grabbing my hand squeezing it.

Tears rolled over her cheeks as she wiped them on her sleeves. I gave her a weak smile "I'm okay mother, it was a small knife," I tried to reassure her, but my mouth was dry.

I raised my other hand towards my wound placing my hand on it, there was just a bandage over it; I couldn't feel it.

She secured me some water from a nearby counter, I adjusted myself slightly on the bed so I could take the cup from her.

She smiled running her fingers through my hair, "you'll get out tomorrow, the doctor wants to run some tests and make sure the wound heals properly." I suddenly felt overwhelmed, my stomach balling up; had I failed the trials? I mean it's all I wanted, I wanted to protect everyone.

I sighed letting a tear fall. I couldn't even look after myself and I wanted to look after many others.

I wiped it away quickly before my mother noticed, she smiled squeezing my hand "I'm happy you're safe," her voice caught a little on the word safe.

She hesitated, "I've got to head back to the packhouse, we have to do some paperwork and submit Drake to the Council," she held a haunted face, she hated having pack members submitted to trial.

Pressing a kiss to my temple, she collected her things and started to take her leave.

As she opened the door Amelia poked her head in "Are you okay?" her eyes snapped from me, to my mother.

Amelia quickly raised her hand to the sky and then rested it on her heart, "apologies my Luna." She did a traditional wolf greeting, that is given to their pack leaders as a sign of respect. It displayed love and honour to our Moon Goddess as well.

My mother smiled at her guiding her into the room, she ran to my bedside sitting beside me staring at the cardiology machine.

"It's just checking my heart rate nothing to worry about," I smiled at her.

My mother gave me a small wave pulling my attention, "I'll be back in the morning."

I looked back to Amelia who was fumbling with her bottom lip, chewing her nail beds.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement, Jake perched himself by the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. Silence fell throughout the room.

"I'm fine, it's going to look cool when it heals," I hate awkwardness, I had to squish it.

He smiled.

It slowly faded as he looked away pained, "you took the blade for me."

"And I would do it again, you're my people," he started to cross the room to me, "I'd never..." he kissed me it felt rough and ... not enjoyable. It felt wrong. He tried to deepen the kiss, and my body went into rejection.

I placed my hand on the centre of his chest pushing him away, "No, I can't."

He huffed in frustration, looking into my eyes searching. I was confused and annoyed, I narrowed my brows, what was he searching for?