Restoring The Blue Eyed Wolf.

Chapter 94.

John's POV.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. I was so out of it. I barely spoke a word and I couldn't stomach anything more then a bowl of cereal. I made sure to drink a good amount of water though.

My mother insisted on staying the night with me and I'm glad she did because I ended up having a nightmare about the attack. Thankfully I didn't have a panic attack after waking up but it was still a bad experience.

Once morning came around I stayed with my mother and felt a bit down today. We were now in the kitchen and we were sitting down eating breakfast. My appetite came back overnight so I was able to eat all of my breakfast, to which my mother and I were both thankful for.

My interviews are set for lunch time. I've decided to have all three of them interviewed separately and then once all together to see how they react when their competition is in the same room as them, fighting for the same goal as them.

I want someone who's goal isn't to outdo the others but to see to my needs and show that they care over everything else. That is what they will be doing as my therapist anyway.

I sit and talk with my mother and father for a while before Alpha Grace walked in. She smiled at me and got herself some food before sitting down across from me.

" Hello John, how are you feeling today?" She asked.

" A lot better than yesterday but overall just exhausted. " I said.

" Completely understandable. I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee in a few minutes, would you like one too?" She asked.

Normally I'd say no, but she's made me coffee before and I like the way she prepares it. So instead I find myself nodding in agreement which puts a smile on her face.

Soon she returns to the table with two mugs full of steaming coffee in her hands and places one before me. " Careful, it's hot. " she warns.

" Thank you Alpha Grace. " I said.

" No need to be formal. I'd appreciate it if the three of you would refer to me as just Grace. " she said.

" Ok, ' Just Grace.' " I said with exaggerated air quotations.

The look of exasperation she gave me was so worth it and I ended up laughing out loud. My parents laughed along with me. Alpha Grace merely smiled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly as she returned her attention to her food, mumbling something about boys.

That just made me laugh harder. Man did I need this. I feel my mood lift as I laugh and I wish I could feel this happy all the time.

My parents exchanged a look of fondness before going back to their own food as well. After a while we clean up and I go onto the front porch with one of my physical therapy tools I was given to work with my wrist at home.

I first did some stretches to warm up the bones, muscles and tendons before I connected my hand to the devices. I then began to work with it. Doing different hand rotations at the wrists and stretching my fingers in a way that usually hurts because of my limited wrist function.

My father walks out and sits next to me. He doesn't say anything and just looks out across the grass and the view we have of the town from here.

" This really is a beautiful pack. " he finally says after about ten minutes.

I decide then to give my hand a small break. " It is. I miss home but this pack is slowly working it's way into my heart. " I said.

" I can understand that. It took me so many years to try and find home until I found your mother. That's when Alpha George's pack became home for me. " said my father.

" Only I don't have a mate to make a pack feel like home for me. " I said before I could stop myself.

My father doesn't react the way I thought he would. " I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me. I should t have mentioned mates in front of you. " he said.

" No, no, you did nothing wrong. I'm just being overly sensitive. " I said.

He was looking at me now with a hardened look. " Don't push aside your feelings about the matter. You went through two very traumatic things. It's only right that you would feel bitter towards the subject of mates. Your feelings matter son. " he said.

Huh, I guess what I said was me feeling bitter about the subject of mates. " I miss her. " I said instead.

He nodded and stayed quiet in order for me to speak. " I was so angry at her for being in league with The Boss Rogue that I rejected her, but I didn't full mean it. That's why I felt so much when she was killed by him. I still wanted to have a chance with her, to give her another chance and see if she really could change. It's too late for that now. " I said.

" I wish I could say I understand what you're going through, but I don't. What you went through with her was a truly unique situation. She didn't deserve your kindness, but she got it anyway. I can say this though." Said my father.

He turned his entire body in my direction. " You deserve happiness, wether of not that happiness comes from a woman or from yourself. You deserve it. " said my father.

" I still want to find myself someone to live my life with, but what if I'm never able to move on from Amelia?" I ask.

" It's ok, you may never move on. Just don't let that stop you from finding someone that makes you happy. If they truly love you and want to be with you then they'll understand what you went through and that you may never get over her but that your first priority will always be her. " said my father.

" That makes sense. " I said.

" You may not find your mate again, but you can always find yourself someone the way humans do. It's not over for you. Just take your time with it. You'll figure it out one day. " said my father.

" Thanks dad. " I said.

He just smiled and I went back to my stretches and he went back to staring at the yard and watching the people mingle through the town.

My dads right. I'll find me someone one day. I just have to be patient and wait for the next eight person to show themselves. It may take years but I've already waited my whole life. What's a few more going to do?

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A/N. Hey guys. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be in John's POV again. Until then :-)