From Demigods to Werewolves

Chapter 21: Atlantia

"What?" I say, "You are lying! I didn't feel his death. He can't be dead."

"I'm sorry, Atlantia. We watched him fall to his death. He literally fell down an elevator shaft and impaled himself on some debris at the bottom." Isaac says softly.

"No, he can't be dead." I say my heart shattering even more than I thought it was possible. "My soul power should have let me know he had died." Isaac doesn't say anything but he didn't need to because I just broke. My body literally gave out as I whept for a man I didn't truly realize that I had fallen for. It was just lucky for me that Isaac was standing close to me and was able to catch me before I hit the ground. For hours or at least what felt like hours, I cried and mourned Derek even though there was a part of me that believed that Derek was still alive. I couldn't believe he was dead and I couldn't dash the little bit of hope that my heart was holding but I also couldn't take the risk of breaking my heart again so I just allowed myself to believe that Derek was dead.

When I awake in the morning, I felt like a mess. My eyes were puffy from crying, my hair was a tangled mess, and my clothes were very rumpled as I had gone to bed or cried myself to bed in the clothes I wore during the day instead of my pajamas. After a quick change into my favorite pajamas and splashed some water on my face, I deemed myself good enough to be seen by Isaac.

It turned out I wasted my time as Isaac was already gone. After a glance at the clock, I determined that he was probably at the school or on the bus heading toward the track meet that he and the rest of the wolves were attending. I called the school to let them know I was "sick
as I was not wanting them to show up at my door looking for me.

I spend the day just sitting in my memorial room wrapped in a blanket. Deep down, I felt like I was overreacting over a man I had only known for about six months but I couldn't help the tight feeling in my chest every time I think of him. Perhaps I should find one of my frames and begin to prep a memorial for him in this room if he is truly dead but that thought actually hurt more to think about so I don't take a step in that process.

I was shattered from my thoughts when I heard frantic banging on my door. Confused and worried, I pulled myself up from the ground and made my way to the front door. Without looking through the peephole. I pull open the door and immediately a body fell onto me. The blanket that I had wrapped around my shoulders falls to the floor as I support the weight of the man in front of him. Because I was so close to the man, I got a whiff of the scent that was coming off of him. I was shocked as I move to gently lift the man's head so his eyes would meet mine because beneath the smell of blood, dirt, and death, was the familiar scent of Derek.

"Derek," I said my voice hoarse from not drinking anything all day and from the shock. "Derek, what the hell happened? Gods!" I pull him into my house before slamming my front door shut. Quickly, I pull him to my living room and gently lift him onto the couch before I move to pull off his shirt so I could clearly see the wounds that were obvious soaking his shirt.

"Not exactly...how I pictured you...taking off my shirt...for the first time," Derek weakly said giving me a smile. I let out a small chuckle but it dies in my throat once I saw him bleeding black blood.

"Derek..." I said softly seeing how bad it was. I push myself onto my feet and rush into my bathroom where I kept my own demigod first aid kit and the regular first aid kit. When I returned to the living room, I was surprised to see Derek trying to force himself to his feet.

"Derek, lay down!" I shout at him sharply. Quickly, I make my way around the couch and gently push him back down on my couch. Setting the first aid kits close to me, I hold my hand out and place it on Derek's wound. He hisses in pain before a glow appears beneath my hand. I could feel the damage seeping into my body as I heal the wounds. After a minute of healing, I collapse to the ground. Derek, feeling much better, was pushing himself off the couch and crouched next to me. He had a grimace on his face as he held his side but other than that he was fine.