Nielu [REWRITTEN]

35 - Coronated Desires

STATUS OF BLOODCREST: ZUVIAN TERRITORY. The Daj pack of rogues have been sent running with their tails between their legs after the sudden death of Emerson. Which means, yes folks; this pack is free from rogue control! Shocker, I know. I can hardly believe it myself!

Ethan's icy gaze shifts around the room, noting other werewolves laying on make-shift cots with healers hovering around them.

"We're free! After all these years, we finally have the freedom we deserve!" he hears a girl shout, bouncing on the cot that held a woman. "Mommy, it's exciting!"

The woman beams. "I know baby. I don't understand how, but yes, it is exciting."

River steps into the healing center and Ethan shifts his gaze back to his hands that he holds in his lap.

"Gamma Hall! What are you doing here?" a healer walks up to him, asking.

"Oh, I'm just here to see somebody. You pay no mind to me, Willa." River says.

Willa sighs then gives him a smile. "Okay. Holler if you need me, Gamma Hall."

The third-in-command moves to the cot Ethan is sitting on and takes a seat right beside the teen. River clasps his hands together.

"What is your plan next? What are you going to do?"

Ethan turns his head up from his hands, and looks River in the eyes. The teenaged Lycan sighs and drops said head a bit.

"I don't know. Probably head back home." he mumbles. "Why?"

"Well, you freed a pack from rogue control by successfully killing the rogue's leader. That feat, alone is enough for the pack to want you to stay here as one of ours."River tells him.

The teen furs his eyebrows. "I have to get home, whoever you are."

"River Hall, former Gamma of Bloodcrest."

Willa turns the corner, stopping at where the two men are. "Oh! My bad, it's time to change your dressings." she reminds the teen.

River glances between her and Ethan, just now realizing the teenager has scratch marks over his left eye and puncture marks with some more scratches on his right arm. Emerson really didn't go down without a fight.

"Right. Then can I leave?" Ethan asks. "I don't belong here."

Willa steps forward, sitting on the edge of his cot and unraveling the dressings on his arm first. She picks up some disinfectant on a damp cloth and dabs it gently over his arm's wounds.

"Let Holt take a look at you and if he deems you well-enough to leave, then you can leave." Willa tells him.

"Great!" Ethan cheers then grunts softly.

Willa reapplies some dressing over his arm then moves onto his eye. She repeats the process she did for his arm on his eye, being tediously careful not to get anything in his eye directly.

The female healer applies a small dressing to his eye injury before her gaze notices he's fast asleep.

"Gamma Hall, is he asleep?" she whispers.

River bends over, placing two fingers on Ethan's neck. "Not asleep, Willa. Unconscious. Call Holt, now!"

Willa scrambles to her feet. "What's wrong?!" she shrieks.

She spots River putting one hand inside the other over the teen's chest. Willa then gasps, running out the healer's center, with a destination in mind: Holt.