Lost & Found

3.RAGE & INTERACTION

ARIADNE HAWTHORNE:

A growl rumbled deep within my wolf chest as she caught sight of our injured mate. Anger blazed in her eyes, the fur along her spine bristling with fury. Her muscles tensed, ready to hunt everyone down. The sight of ours, wounded and vulnerable, fueled our fury to unleash our wrath upon any who dared to harm him.

Our anger blazed like fire. With each beat of our heart, our aura spread like a thick smoke, engulfing those nearby in our rage. Everyone kneeled in submission to our power, suffocating. Only him, who was a human had the power to calm me down.

He held my hand, unaware of what was happening. His touch, where the electricity erupted with euphoria. With his gentle words of concern, all of my rage vanished in an instant.

As soon as I calmed down, the lecturer stood up, still in shock and a mind full of chaos.

Regaining her senses, she cleared her throat.

Loss of words, she looked at his hand which held mine tight, so tight that, he was afraid I might go rampage as soon as he loosens his grip on me. He looked terrified, but still never let go.

The lecturer face lit up with sudden realisation as she took in the damage my mate took.

She requested "Mr.Vale, could you please guide Ms.Hawthorne to the medical hall, where she can rest and you could patch yourself up too?"

"Sure" he replied looking at me, a little shocked, a little confused, a little scared.

He still held onto my arm, his grip as tight as ever, what is he so afraid of losing?

As we walked out of the classroom, I quickly uttered a simple 'thank you'.

The sparks erupting from our area of contact is really distracting me. My wolf started to purr and won't stop wagging her tail. It was irritating of how much control he has on us just with a physical contact and we had just met for the first time.

Clearing my throat, I spoke "ahem..ahhh..my hand" gesturing to his hand holding mine.

With sudden realisation, his ears turned pink.

'I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole!!'

He silently wished in his mind. My laughter bubbled at his embarrassment, finding them adorable.

As my laughter rang in his ears, his blush crept up to his cheeks, turning them slightly pink.

Desperately, he paced towards the medical hall, hoping to distance himself from the source of his embarrassment, me. Yet, despite his efforts, I trailed behind him with determined steps, swiftly closing the distance until i caught up with him.

Curiously I enquired "hey Mr.Vale!! What's your full name?"

He halted as we entered the hall, turning to face me, he revealed "Rafael Nicholas Vale".

Rafael.The word hung in the air, its resonance catching my attention.

"Rafael" I repeated, finding beauty in its simplicity.

'why are you calling my name out!!! stop calling me by my name!!'

I questioned "why?"

He responded sharply "that's not what everyone calls me. Don't give me false hope, okay!? I'm fine just the way I am!".

His words carried a mixture of defensiveness and vulnerability, revealing a deeper layer to his reaction. They hinted at underlying insecurities and fears.

Sensing his unease, I swiftly interjected, "But I like your name". My response caught him off guard, as if he did not expect that.

"What?!?" he exclaimed, confusion evident in his tone.

"It is what I said it is, I like the way your name sounds, so I'm gonna call you that"

He was at a loss of words.

"Rafael. Raff, Raph, Rafe. Rafe sounds cute" I smirked at his flushed look.

'yeah, Rafe is cute' Neo also agrees.

I smiled at her reply feeling warm.

"Its Rafael" he spoke trying to sound imposing and domineering. But, well he failed miserably, as shameless I am, I continued as if I didn't care.

"So Rafe, why don't you get yourself seated here so that I can do a few tricks and patch you up" making myself stress with his name 'rafe' clearly knowing he didn't like it.

Hah, I'm gonna call him that even if he didn't like it. It's cute. So its gonna stay.

"By the way, I'm Ariadne, just call me Aria" I introduced offering a smile.

"Well no one actually calls me by my name, what am I even expecting" I muttered lowly.

He might come to a conclusion that I'm gonna bully him too or that I might take a liking to him and take him in as my underling.

As he carefully walked towards me, I gently grabbed his arm and pushed him to a nearby chair. As soon as those sparks erupted from our physical contact, they spread through my veins.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw the shadows of fear, doubt, and confusion lurking within. So, I reached out, holding his hands firmly, and offered a reassuring squeeze, silently whispering "trust me, its okay".

Let's do this Neo.

'yeah' she responded.

My hand reached out to touch his cheek as i held his face between my hands, slowly channeling a warmth that soothed away his injuries.

Healing. One of my so called abilities I was given by that monster.

I never thought the so called gifts from that monster would be useful today.

Healing is a very challenging and formidable task. It requires unwavering focus to mend every torn tissue and repair each damaged layer of skin. It demands absolute concentration and precision. Its as if piecing together a delicate puzzle of flesh and bone.

I had to study tissues and bones to perform healing.

Things need to be mended properly, one wrong move and the patient is at a greater risk, maybe not now but in future.

I can feel my energy draining, as sweat formed over my forehead, trailing down my cheek.

The trickling sensation along my cheek was very distracting.

Almost all the major injuries are healed.

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed mine away from his face.

I looked at him in loss.

There was gratitude in his eyes. There was no trace of fear or doubt in them but the confusion stayed.

"Its fine now, thank you for healing me, I think you need some rest?" He spoke.

His voice kind and low. It soothed my soul.

Nodding my head, I settled down beside him, as he got up to patch himself up.

Taking a deep breath, now its time for some interrogation.

"Now now, I've healed you, well almost somewhat of it. So in return I need you to tell me who gave you that ugly bruise on your stomach" I spoke with determination as my rage resurfaced.