In Another Life

The Bite

"Do it," she panted. "Angel needs me." Her eyes closed and she passed out.

Luke felt panic rise in his throat. He didn't even know the girl's name. But here she was, bleeding in his arms, heartbeat slowing and lowering.

His mind ran through a thousand scenarios. All of them leading to one thing.

The bite.

He looked at Cleo, looked at Trevor. They had both come to the same conclusion. The only way to save her, was to bite her.

He looked down at the girl in his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

His eyes glowed red, his canines grew. He took a breath and bit her arm. He felt his teeth go in, felt her body stiffen. He could taste her blood. At the sense of it, he pulled away.

The girl's face was screwed up in pain. Then, her eyes shot open. Luke's eyes widened. Her irises were brown, so different then the blue he had just seen not even a minute ago. They were brown-orange colour, a shade he had seen on wet woodchips in the forest. Her chest rose with a sharp breath. Her mouth fell open and a roar echoed from it.

It shook the trees, moved the ground. The three wolves winced from the noise, but Luke didn't let go of her. If anything his grip tightened.

The roar faded. Her eyes closed, her body went limp. Luke looked at the bullet wound on her hip. It was gone. All that was left in it's place was a silvery scar. He checked her bite mark. That was gone too. No scar, no scab, no wound, no sign that anything had even happened.

"Puta merda," Cleo muttered.

"H-H-How..." Trevor trailed off.

"I don't know," Luke admitted. "Cleo, you got the food?"

Cleo nodded, she pulled the takeout from her backpack. She also grabbed some bandages and a roll of medical tape. He grabbed the bandages, made a small square and placed it on her back, where a scar the size of a dime rested. He taped it securely to her body. He did the same on her front.

It would help her for now, to think that they just sealed the wound. Until they were able to talk to her alone.

The girl's breaths started coming easier. Her eyelids fluttered open. She looked more aware when she saw the three people above her.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

Luke looked to his betas. They shared a silent message. Not yet, not until the time is right.

"Not long," he said. "Just thirty seconds. But I was able to stitch up the wound and put a bandage on it."

The girl looked down at her side, taking in the white bandages. The ones that hid the truth from her eyes. The truth they would need to hide from her for now.

"I brought food," Cleo said. The girl took the bag and quickly pulled out the wrap. She ate it in ten seconds, Luke concerned she would puke it from the speed she devoured it in.

"Thank you," the girl told them. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She looked so young. "Do you know where the police station is?"

"Yeah," Trevor said. "It's just around the corner. We'll take you there."

Luke helped the girl stand up. "I'm Luke," he introduced. "That's Cleo, and Trevor."

She eyed the three, deciding if they were trustworthy. She was cautious and smart. "Vic," she replied.

Vic. Vic. She was so young. Too young to be thrust into this world. Too young to have to deal with the troubles and turmoil in this life.

I'm sorry, he thought. I'm so sorry, Vic.