The Mark of Ankh (Book One of the Mark Series) (Completed)

Chapter 19 (Edited)

"Jasmine!" a voice yelled through the darkness, igniting a headache and waking me up from a slumber that I didn't know that I was in. "Where are you?"

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my forehead. "Damn it," I muttered, my voice hoarse. "Who spiked my punch?" I grimaced at the fact that my head started to worse when I sat up and looked around, my vision blurry.

I smelt like sweat and then some sort of slime that came from the creature that I had been fighting. My whole body ached, even though there had been no traces of a scuffle besides the fact that the mark on my arm burned.

"Jasmine!" a more masculine voice roared, causing me to flinch at the amount of power in it.

Damn it, they brought the big guns, I thought with a groan. I didn't even try to stand but laid back down. A small groan passed my chapped lips, and I grimaced at the feeling of something near my head.

Please, don't let it be throw up, I prayed to whoever was out there. I had a bad gag reflex, so if I smelt or saw throw up, then I would throw up as well.

"Did you hear that?" a harsh whisper sounded through the silent night. "Could it have been a ghost?"

"Like ghosts are real," another voice said, sarcastically. "Get real."

"Werewolves are real," a third voice commented. "So, that could mean that-"

"Would you three be quiet," my father growled. "We are trying to find my daugher, not some ghost." There was a pause before he whistled a tune that he had taught my brother and I to locate one another.

I can't get up, Dad, I grimaced. I licked my lips and tried to whistle from them.

Nothing. No sound. Nada.

I groaned in frustration before licking my lips again. You can do it, I thought. I whistled, louder this time, and I was sure that they hadn't heard it. I couldn't whistle, however, since my lips felt as if they would bleed, and it felt like I ate a bucket load of cotton.

"Found you," my father muttered under his breath. Heavy footsteps sounded through the quiet of the street followed by the scuffling of smaller, more feminine, footfalls.

"You found who? Ow, Faith, what was that for?"f

"He found Jaz," the female said. "I don't know why you are the Beta, Kate."

"Because, Jaz trusts her with her life," my father replied. "Don't get me wrong, she trusts you two as well. She just..."

"Has problem communicating what she needs and all that. Don't worry, we know, Alpha," the third voice of the trio said.

"Is that-"

"Do you want her to puke out her guts?" a harsh whisper sounded, scowling. "Goodness, Rosa, you know how she gets when she thinks-"

"Quiet, the both of you," my father scowled. He came over and knelt beside me. A warm thumb was pressed on my wrist, while my father tried to make sure that I was alive. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and I knew that he was glad that I was. "She's alive. Call them and tell them that we found her." He gently picked me up, causing me to bite back a whimper of pain.

"What was that?" Kate asked, hearing a small thud.

"Here, just hold her," my father said, not answering her. He placed me into her arms before getting whatever had fallen. "Let's get her back to the pack house. I want the pack doctor to check her out to make sure that she is all right."

"Yes, Alpha," they chorused just as I let sleep take me into it's awaiting arms.

***

I woke up in my bed to something that felt like a nightmare. My heart was pounding as fast as a runaway train, and my whole body was slick with sweat. A scream died on my lips, and I was sure that I looked like some crazed wild animal.

"Jaz," a voice filled with concern said. Warm, steady hands touch my shoulders and gently laid me back down. "Open your eyes, it was a dream."

"Nightmare," I croaked out. I opened my eyes to see my father standing over me. Worry filled his eyes, and I could see an underlying of anger in them as well. I closed my eyes and grimaced before opening them again. "I wanted to go out," I said. "Kate and Faith went with me."

My father sighed and shook his head. He helped me sit up and passed me a glass of water. "Next time, tell me where you are going to go," he said. "There is another group that is trying to take-"

"I know," I said, interrupting him. "Someone else is trying to find me and kill me." I took a sip of water and sighed, glad that the dryness of my throat was gone.

My father glared and narrowed his eyes at me. He didn't say a word about it but sighed and moved a hand through his hair. "You are going to have to stay on pack lands besides going to school. I know that you do not like it, but it is for your safety and the safety of the pack."

I nodded, knowing what he meant. Sure, I didn't like it, but I knew that my father was worried about me. "Yes, Sir," I said.

My father nodded his head and cleared his throat while he stood. "You should take a shower and tell everyone that you are all right," he said. He started to walk towards the door and turned to look at me, smirking. "And you should wash those covers of yours." He bit back a laugh when I growled at him and closed the door just as I threw a pillow at him.

I huffed and laid back down, hating the fact that I gave up my pillow to the urge of hitting my father with it. However, I knew that I had to get up, but I didn't want to, seeing as I was still in pain from being attacked.

Who knew that other creatures could hurt a Werewolf, much less exist.