The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 5

--- Beonnie ---

Dad.

No, not dad.

With my stuff.

Ouch. Pain.

I tried to sit up, but firm hands ushered me down again. I tried again to sit up, and again, I was forced down. Like a stubborn child, I persisted, and eventually, the hands, as in a silent agreement, placed me half-sitting, half-slouching against the big rock next to me. In a vain attempt to feel less like a stubborn child and more like a.. uhm.. woman of some kind, I fidgeted with my hair before looking up. His face was closer than expected and.. friendly. Blue eyes met blue eyes. I looked down again. I didn't know what to say.

"I.. uh... I.. ah.. eh.. thanks."

Wow. Great start. I really nailed that one. Probably should start giving lectures on conversing with strangers. As if I had no shame, I continued:

"I.. uhm.. bear."

And then, as if to increase the quality of the conversation, I pointed up towards the waterfall.

He did the worst thing that ever could happen to a lovestruck teenager. He laughed.

"Yes. Bear. And.. no worries. Glad to be of service."

I looked down at my legs and became acutely aware of the current state of my affairs. Someone had attempted to bandage me, as most of my legs were wrapped in scraps. They seemed to do their job well, but on my left leg, just beneath the knee, they were already soaked in blood. My shoulder seemed equally bad as blood seeped through the bandages there, too. I had a throbbing pain in my forehead, and my throat hurt when I spoke. I had to force the words out.

"I.. hurts."

He jerked his hand as if to take mine but composed himself before the thought became an action. He did look worried, though. Maybe I would die anyway. All this blood loss could not be good.

"I.. no wolf," I pointed to my chest. "No heal."

The blood taste in my mouth could not be bandaged away. I actually was going to die, wasn't I? A pressure built up in my chest, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. All this running, surviving, and longing, and it was all ending here in this unknown territory. A stray tear left my eye, and I sighed.

"No kiss."

This time, he took my hand. It felt warm, friendly, and comforting.

"You are not going to die. Tristan is on his way, and we will get you properly bandaged. You'll be out of here in no time," he said as if he could read my mind.

The words were soothing. I noticed we were alone. I cleared my throat, swallowed some blood, and forced another set of words out.

"Are you... hrn.. angry.. with.."

"With you? No. I mean, technically, you are trespassing our borders, and I should take you to the alpha."

I gasped.

"No. Monster."

He laughed again, but this time, it was a dry laugh. He sighed.

"He is not a monster."

He looked at me again.

"How do you know so much about us?"

Heh, even though I obviously was dying a lot, I blushed.

"I.. up there for over a week. Tristan and Dhalia.. talked a lot at first. Then kiss. A lot," I blushed again. The smooch details were unnecessary. But he laughed.