Never Again: Chapter 72
Rose's POV
Niall's rage was seeping through the cracks. I know he will end up hurting someone, maybe even killing someone. Hell, he already almost killed Blake. What could be next? What if Harry looked at me a strange way like Blake did? Would he snap and break Harry's neck? Niall was unpredictable when he was angry. His anger got the best of him, usually it was about me somehow.
My wolf didn't like the idea that we upset Niall. But I wouldn't let her comfort him. I made my wolf and i stay outside while Harry and Zayn carry Niall up the steps. The knife that Blake used to stabbed Niall's side was laced with wolfsbane. Niall wouldn't die or stay injured for long, but it would weaken him for the night and probably until lunch tomorrow.
I was listening to the hustle and bustle coming from inside John's, the medic-hunters, tent. He was yelling at one of the hunters to hurry and get the needs to sew Blake's shoulder up. He also said to get a jar of remedy so that Blake wouldn't turn into on of us. The mixture John used to clean Blake's shoulder smelled putrid even from all the way outside his tent. Blake cried out in pain, why haven't they sedated him? It must've been for the reason that if Blake fell unconsciousness he surely would've turned and there wouldn't have been away to save him from the bite.
Why hadn't the boys tried that when Iris was first bitten? I understand why I had to be bitten. If i wasn't bitten I would be dead in the ground never to breathe again. But if there was a remote chance that Zayn could've done something to keep Iris awake after she was bit she wouldn't be like this. That made me sad for some reason.
I sighed in relief when I heard John say that Blake would be ok. I could sleep now knowing Niall had not murdered his friend because me. It was almost 3:30 in the morning and I didn't feel like going back inside to wear Niall was.
I walked around the large perimeter house four times until I was bored and decided to wait on the porch some more. It was so calm at night, looking out to see the stars was something else. They shined brighter as I stared at then, and the moon felt like it was staring back at me, comforting me in it's soft glow. No wonder why werewolves loved the night so much, I felt safe under the moons gaze. Like it was pumping strength into my body almost.
We howled to the moon when we were lost or afraid and the moon would comfort us while our howls brought our pack as well. The moon was safe. It was warm. It was almost alive, like a mother to us all, keeping us in check and letting us be comforted by it when we most needed it.
I believed that's why Iris liked to sleep on her roof when she was upset. The moon was comforting her when she didn't even know. I felt my spine tingle and noticed I was still naked from shifting earlier. I said fairwell to the moon, promising I would come back. I don't know why I said goodbye to the moon when it clearly couldn't speak back; but knowing the moon would always be in the sky, waiting for me when I needed help sent a wave of relief through me.
I walked back inside, it was 5 o'clock even. The moon made my sense of time foggy, it didn't seem like 15 minutes past, let alone an hour and a half. I walked up the steps and into Niall's and I's bedroom, I took cautious steps to not wake any of my pack mates. Once I reached my room I hesitated slightly, I could hear Niall's breathing softly. He must be sleeping, I thought. I did my best to quietly twist the knob and push the door open, I failed because the door screeched loudly on it's hinges. I hurried inside our room, leaving the door open so that I could leave the room without a sound. I opened my drawers and pulled out a pair of plaid pj shorts and an old shirt. I slid them on and went back out the door. Niall didn't wake up or sense I was there and I felt relived. I didn't want to deal with him, he would be angry most likely with himself for almost causing another casualty. Or he would blame me and yell at me, I liked the first idea better.
I scent I had only encountered once before filled my nose. It was rancid and smelled like death. I scrunched up my nose and went into Iris' room. How she could sit on her bed with her nose in that book amazed me. The smell was like 50 corpses were left out in the sun during the summer heat, it was putrid and foul. I gagged as I stepped inside. She didn't seem to notice me until I opened her windows to get fresh air inside her room.
"Hey," she greeted me, looking up from her book of dark magic. I smiled lightly and held my nose so I could get closer, it wasn't much help.
"Hello what are you doing?" My voice sounded strange from holding my nose with my thumb and fingers.
"I'm reading," she answered simply. I had a feeling she didn't want me to know what her book was telling her.
"I can see that. But why are you reading it at 5 in the morning,"
"I have reasons,"
"Could you explain your reasons Iris," I asked, slightly annoyed she wasn't speaking to me or telling me what she was doing. She took hint of my annoyance and groaned in irritation.
"I just am ok?" She barked at me. I almost fell off the bed by her tone of voice. It was weird she would lash out at me, of all people. We had always been civil with each other.
My wolf told me to run away from Iris, and that her mood was dangerous. But I say on the bed, ignoring my wolfs pleads to bolt or the opened window or door.
"Leave," she growled again. I still don't know why she was acting like this, but the red in her eyes told me I should leave and not come back for a while.
I left the room, not looking her in the eye. Iris and I were evenly matched, but she knew how to hurt and wound. I did not. If we had actually gotten in a fight, I would lose solely on the fact I'm not tactful or skillful when it comes to fighting.
I liked the feeling of being alone. But sometimes it was too much to bare an I had to come and be with people. My mind was heavy with thoughts as I slipped on my vans and walked out the front door, grabbing the car keys that was set on the entry table. I want to be alone. I packed a bag full of clothes from the laundry room, I didn't know how long I would be gone I just knew that Iris' attitude made me feel unwanted and scared.
I shouldn't be scared, I yelled at my wolf.
But you are! Now leave, she barked at me and I obeyed. She an alpha voice as well as me.
I looked up to the moon, it's understanding gaze comforted me as I stared the engine to my car and sped down the old dirt road.
My heart whined for Niall but my wolf told me to run. So I did.
