Ravaged Wolf - Book 6

Chapter 9

"Who's there?" I cried, rubbing the tears from my eyes to get a better view.

My nostrils flared through sniffles as I tried to figure out who was in the forest with me. In a blink of an eye, a tall figure rushed to me with blinding speed and something sharp swiped along my throat. The pain came and spread throughout my body as I choked on my own blood. My knees wobble but the vampire hauls me up by my hair, his fangs grazing the base of my throat.

"What a treat this will be for your mighty Alpha." He hissed.

"Maybe I'll take my time like how I did with your parents... or should I use you first."

I gurgled a cry and frantically flailed my hands until I found his face. My fingers dug into his eye sockets and the vampire cried out, releasing me.

It was enough time for some wolves to find me but the vampire was quicker, he was gone in a flash and two wolves chased after him.

A large hand clamps around my open throat to stop the bleeding but my vision was already beginning to fade.

It was Micah, he'd found me.

"Jazz, bring more to sort the bodies out." Micah murmurs whilst his hazel gaze never wavers from mine.

"No." I tried to say but it came out as a rasp.

I was so cold, I just wanted to close my eyes.

"Cass, I'm going to pick you up but I need you to hold his against your neck."

He yanked his shirt over his head and pressed the fabric against my neck, my hand gingerly rising up to hold it in place as he bends to pick me up.

More shifters stream in and wine softly at the sight before them. I let Micah lift my weakened curled up body and hold me tight against him as he runs all the way back to his home; only I'm not conscious of it happening as I pass out in his arms.

...

The bright sunlight makes me reluctant to open my eyes but I quickly feel tears slide down the side of my face to my ears when I'm reminded of my mother making me wear a sunhat because she didn't want me to burn.

I'd never burn, I was too cold inside, filled with the hollow feeling of loss and pain. I feel someone tap the side of my face with a tissue and my eyes fly open. Micah was sat beside the bed I'm laid on, leaning forward on his chair with a frown on his face as he looked over at me.

I reached up to touch my neck and felt the faint scar of my wound. I wished the vampire had cut deeper.

"You're not alone in this." He murmurs.

Not a 'I'm sorry for your loss'.

In a way it was better, knowing that the pack would mourn for their doctor and midwife and Micah knew better than to say those over used emotionless words of being sorry for a loss, as if it was their fault.

My parents were more than just a doctor and a midwife. My mom and dad were my constant, bringing me up endlessly and guiding me in so many ways. I'd never have anyone show me the same love they did.

"The funeral will be held tomorrow." Micah starts up again.

I shake my head and turn the other way, pulling the blanket over my head before letting the tears flow like an unstoppable current. I hear Micah sigh and the chair creak as he gets up, breathing a sigh of relief when the door closes behind him.

...

A knock on the door startles me awake and Delilah walks in with a tray of food in her hand.

"Hey, I brought some food for you." She whispers.

Shaking my head again, I close my eyes and release myself to the only thing closest to oblivion - sleep.

...

The funeral comes and goes and I stay in the same spot; Delilah continues to bring food trays but they're never touched by me.

"If you don't eat you'll get skinny and ill." Micah says from the chair a couple days later.

I shrug and let out a small sigh, tightening the covers around me; I didn't want to see his face or anyone else's. The nightmares are enough.

"Are you not going to talk then?" he says to my back.

I stiffen at the growl held in his voice when he receives my silent response.

"Since you don't want anyone seeing you, Caleb told me to give you this."

My ears perk at the sound of a soft thud and Micah lifting himself from the chair as he stands to leave. When the door closes, I turn over and squint at the bright window, shielding my eyes as I glance at the object.

I reach over to grab two small satchels held together by thick string and bring it towards me. The warmth of the satchels surprises me and I read the intricately woven letters stitched onto the white fabric.

'C & C Warmers'

A small smile cracks through my dry lips and I hold the hand warmers to my chest. Caleb had probably finished the project off on his own.

I turn back to my original position and close my eyes again.

...

"What are you doing here, Caleb?" I hear Micah's growl and force myself not to show that I was awake.

"I want to see if she's okay." Caleb growls back.

"You have eyes, you can see now go."

The door slams and all is quiet; I poke my head out from under the covers and peer at Micah who has a bowl of soup in one hand and a spoon in another.

"You need to eat and I'm not taking a shake of the head or pretending to sleep for an answer." He frowns as he sits.

I continue to stare at him as his jaw clenches and relaxes as if holding himself back.

"I'll stay here all day if I have to, Cassandra." Micah's stern warning makes me sit up.

"It's been weeks. Your throat is fully healed, eat." His voice softens as he hands me the bowl of tomato soup and I take the spoon from his hand.

As I lift the bowl closer to my mouth, I realise my hands are shaking from the weight - I was too weak. I throw Micah a lost look and he leans over, grabs the bowl from my hands, feeling his warm fingers brush against mine before lifting the bowl closer to me. Dipping the spoon into the soup, I close my eyes when I get a mouthful, my wolf stirring after a long time of mournful moping.

"Good?" Micah asks gently.

I nod appreciatively and quickly finish the soup.

"You're stick thin." He frowns when he takes the empty bowl and spoon from me.

Looking down, I notice the shirt wearing me instead of the other way around, running my hands over my rib cage and collar bones that are sticking out. Shrugging helplessly, I bring the cover to my chin and sink into the bed.

Micah sniffs and I tilt my head in question.

"You should shower when you get enough energy." He murmurs before walking out.

I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment and I diver under the covers, hiding my dirty self from the world.

I know mom would disapprove of my behaviour right now, having people bring food to me regularly and staying in bed all day is not what Omegas do. As much as I hate admitting and telling myself repeatedly that I wouldn't see my parents again, I still have my duties that they'd want me to do no matter what.

I have to make them proud despite their lacking presence. And most of all, I had to find out if those responsible for my parent's death had been punished for their actions. 

I slept with new resolve.