Daemons and Demons Book One.

Chapter Eight

It wasn't just a scream that echoed around the hospital ward on the Devon pack. Wasn't just fear that filled Lamorna's nose, it was dread, horror. The screams kept coming, short and raspy before longer ones. Yells and shouts bounced off the walls. What had happened? And who was screaming?

She sat up, hissing at the pain in her arms. Opening her eyes to look down at herself she stopped. Something was wrong, something was different. Shaky hands touched her face, she felt the scars and dips. Her eye, small and sore. She couldn't see.

Anything past the left of her nose was completely black, and her right eye was fuzzy, like static was buzzing over it. However, she still pulled at the cables, not caring at the blood that warmed her arms as she swung her legs from the bed.

She was blind!

But for some reason she didn't care about that. She wanted the screaming to stop. For whoever was screaming to stop, to be quiet. The screams changed to a loud, piercing cry. Yells sounded out doctors running around with bloody gauze.

"Lamorna?"

She recognized the voice, which was good because she was having a hard time making out his face. She searched through the fog that was her eyesight hoping to see something she recognised, but it was hazy, like coloured blobs stood in front of her,

"Piran?" She reached out her hands unconsciously to feel his face, he placed his over hers.

"Yes, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I can't see." She felt around his eyes and chin, rubbing at the stubble along his chin. "It's like a mesh net has been pulled over my face. I can see, just not very well-"

The shrieking was back, before someone yet again yelled instructions. Piran's head turned, she knew this as the brown (his hair), pale tan (his face), brown patches (bearded stubble) in front of her changed to a mop of brown. He placed his arm over her shoulders, turning her from the screaming and back towards the room she had just left.

"Who is that?" She asked. "Piran what's happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

A question she wasn't expecting. Why did it matter what she remembered when there was somebody screaming? Surely that person was more important.

She thought back anyway. Back past the darkness and the haze, back when she could see and there was no scar running down her face. Back when she felt lighter than she did now.

Through the haze she remembered a searing pain. Like hot water had been thrown at her face. It burnt deep and long, like it had cooked her. She remembered a conversation with a doctor, though she wasn't speaking, the others were, she couldn't speak without a burning pain erupting along her face. Then darkness again. Darkness for a long, long time, until a short bit of freedom, but she was confused. Confused and someone had found her, naked and... She couldn't remember anymore until today.

"Who's screaming?" She repeated, sitting down on the thin bed. "Piran, who is it?"

"No-one important," at least, not anymore. He turned to face her. "I'm going to go find dad, you stay here."

She nodded, allowing him to walk from the room. Piran rushed towards the screaming, he sent a warrior to stand outside Lamorna's room, in hopes to slow her down if she decided to leave again.

The screaming was louder now, and Piran bit back as a growl as he stepped into the room. His father, Lamoran's father and the Beta to the Devon pack was in his wolf skin with his teeth still clamped around the shoulder of a younger member. The Alpha stood a few feet away watching the doctors still trying to detach Piran's father. The Delta had managed to rip Piran off the other side back in the forest, but Maxwell had clamped down hard. Hence the screaming.