Lone Wolf (h.s au)

05

I shift in my sleep, Harry's arm tightening around my body. My thumb rubs his knuckles and he sighs, my eyes slightly opening to see the room still dark. As I attempt to get up, I'm tugged back down and Harry pulls me into him.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice raspy from sleep.

"I can't sleep," I whisper, his hand grabbing mine. He tugs me to turnover and he rests his hand on my forehead, his eyes on mine.

"You're not sick," he tells me, my head nodding. He gets up and I begin to follow him, his head shaking. After a few seconds, he returns with a glass of water and hands it to me. I smile and thank him, his head nodding.

"My back is killing me," he says, my lips frowning.

"Why's that?" I ask, his fingers holding onto my hand.

"I usually sleep as a wolf," he explains, my head nodding.

"You don't have to sleep in here," I begin, but his eyes widen.

"No. I want to," he almost complains, my lips releasing a laugh.

"Don't worry. It was a suggestion. Stay here," I say, brushing his cheek lightly before I move back in the covers.

"Are you more comfortable as a wolf?" I ask, his head nodding.

"There is a day where I don't change. As in, I can't shift into a human until the next day," he explains, my fingers holding his.

"It's a full moon day. Cliché but true," he says, "And it's coming up too."

He continues talking to me, my lips curving and my eyes closing as we talk in whispers. I'm so comfortable that I start to fall asleep; the last thing I feel is his lips on my forehead.

When I wake up, I sit up and see the bed completely empty and loud barking outside. I get up, worried about Harry, and walk outside. The door shuts and immediately I recognize the alliance and Harry's wolf, a few others ones I've never seen. My body runs out and a wolf jumps in front of me, Harry's running at it. The wolf stands and comes down, scratching my cheek and hitting my side. I fall down and cry out in pain, Harry pushing the wolf into a tree. I clutch my arm and tears run into my cheek, arms wrapping around my body. My vision is so blurry from the tears that I can't make out anything.

I'm placed on something soft and someone wraps my arm in a sling before attending to my cuts. It feels as if my shoulder has been pulled off my body.

Muffled voices are heard and a cry emits from my lips, pain surging through my body.

"Get out of my way!" I hear someone yell, my hand taken in someone's.

"Get out!" he yells, my hand tightening due to the pain.

"Hold on, Mae," he says, my eyes fluttering to attempt to see better. I think I'm going into shock.

I feel a hot tongue run against my arm and cheek, my eyes squeezing at the burning feeling from Harry's wolf. It soon stops and I open my eyes, two hands running against my cheek.

"It's going to be okay," Harry whispers, my shoulder still in pain.

"It hurts so bad," I cry, his eyebrows furrowing as he frowns. Worry covers his face and I look up at him, his hand untying the sling.

He sits me up and I bite my lower lip, the pain hurting.

"He fucking dislocated your shoulder," he nearly yells, my eyes shutting.

He carefully takes my shirt off, my body in so much pain that I don't care. "It might hurt," he whispers, my head nodding.

A hand sets on my back and grips my shoulder, shifting it back into place. Harry takes my hand and rotates my arm in a circle.