The Wolf Girl

Chapter Twenty Five

  Molly's POV

  I slip into a half-conscious state again, and I'm almost positive that it's just temporary, like it has been since Zack changed me. But it's different this time.

  I'm actually growing more aware of the world around me.

  The soft noises that I hear are still fuzzy, but they are clearer than they have been. The red slowly bleeds away from my vision, and adrenaline flows through me as it disappears completely. I feel extremely lightheaded, and the world is a colorful blur for a moment. When it focuses, I slowly lift my head, which feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds all of a sudden.

  Alex sits against a wall, staring outside, and I don't think I've ever been so happy to see him. "A-Alex?" I whisper hoarsely. He turns to look at me, and he stares into my eyes with disbelief for a moment before his own eyes grow wide.

  "Molly?" he breathes. "You're okay now? And you have your memory?"

  "I'm exhausted," I reply numbly. He exhales heavily before scrambling closer to me. When he reaches me, he throws his arms around me, taking me by surprise.

  "You're back to normal," he mumbles into my sleeve. I feel moisture on my shoulder and realize that he's crying.

  "Alex," I whisper, looping my arms around him. "Shh... I'm okay."

  "Don't y-you e-ever do something like t-that again, okay?" he hiccups, and I tighten my grip around his torso.

  "Oh, Alex," I murmur. "I-I'm so sorry..." Tears begin to build up in my own eyes, and I squeeze them shut, clenching Alex's shirt in my hands. "I-I-I never trusted him, and he still broke m-my walls!"

  "Molly, it's okay," he soothes, rubbing my back gently. "We knew h-he wasn't trustworthy."

  I twist in his arms, trying to get comfortable as I start to cry into his shirt. "I-it isn't r-right!" I sniffle. "H-h-he can't just do that to us!"

  "I know," he whispers. He continues to rub small circles on my back, attempting to calm me down. It works. I sniffle and cuddle into him, tears slowly falling down my face. I sit in his lap as he cradles me in his arms, his touch gentle, as if I would shatter with the slightest movement. I still clutch his shirt like a lifeline, trembling all over.

"A-Alex?" I whimper.

  "Hm?" he replies, his voice relaxed now.

  "How long was I actually out?" I ask.

  "You were under the spell for about two days, and it took a day for you to go completely back to normal," he responds quietly.

  "I'm so sorry," I murmur, nuzzling my nose into his neck.

  "It wasn't your fault," he sighs.

  "I feel like it was," I retort. Tears spring to my eyes again.

  "Stop blaming yourself," he demands sharply. "Because if you do, you're going to cry over something that was completely out of your hands."

  "But-" I start.

  "No," he barks. "No buts. No. It isn't your fault." He pulls me even closer, hugging me to his chest. "It's okay now. You're here. Y-you're safe, and you're back to normal." A tear falls onto my head.

  "Don't cry again," I plead.

  "I'm never letting you out of my sights again," he breathes, ignoring me. "You're going to be safe, no matter what happens." I open my eyes and look up at him. He gazes down at me with tear-filled eyes, and I instinctively reach up and wipe the tears away from his cheeks. He smiles softly at me, doing the same to my wet cheeks. I bury my face back into his neck, surprised by its warmth. He wraps his arms around me, and I breathe in his scent of pine wood.

  "Alex," The Dreaming Wanderer whispers, and I pull my head back to look at her.

  "Yeah?" he responds.

  "Want me to take over, or do you have it?" she asks softly.

  "I've got it," he murmurs, and she nods before lying back down.

  "Welcome back, Molly," she mumbles before falling asleep.

  "What was it like to be demonic?" Alex asks as I turn back to him.

  "When I first became one, everything was red and I went unconscious," I reply. "Every once and a while, I'd fade into half-consciousness for a while. Everything was still constantly red. I could hear voices, very faintly, including mine. But I couldn't control what I said. That just kept happening until I woke up a few minutes ago."

  "That's crazy," he breathes. "I'm so happy."

  "Why?" I ask.

  "Y-you're back," he whispers, tightening his grip around me. I smile into his neck.

  Sudden realization strikes me. "We have to turn Zack in," I say, pulling away from him. His eyes grow wide.

  "You're right," he sighs. "We need to find him."

  "He ran off, didn't he?" I exclaim in frustration.

  "Sh!" he hisses. "He did run away. But you need to hush! The Dreaming Wanderer just went back to sleep."

  "Sorry," I sigh. "I just- sorry."

  "It's okay," he murmurs. 

  My eyes flutter shut again as I hug him again. Fatigue hits me like a brick. I fight to stay awake because I want to talk to Alex.

  "What was I like when I was a demon?" I ask.

  "Well," he starts, "you were completely different."

  "Obviously," I snort.

  "Anyways," he chuckles. "You were loud, a bit rude, and... well you tried to kill me, but-"

  "I what?!" I whisper-shriek.

  "I'm still alive, aren't I?" he says soothingly, and I nod. "I got out of your trap, and The Dreaming Wanderer helped me get you back to my cabin. The demon version of you hated me, and I hated it, too. It wasn't you." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "One day, The Dreaming Wanderer started breaking the spell and took us to a meadow. We made flower crowns, and I told the demon version of you about your life." He starts combing his fingers through my long hair. "How you loved flower crowns, how you acted around Callie. Things like that."

  "C'mon, what else did you talk about?" I murmur sleepily.

  "Y-your smile and your l-laugh," he stammers. I open my eyes just enough to see his red face before closing them again. My own face heats up slightly.

  "Oh," I breathe.

  "Go to sleep," he whispers. "I'll watch you."

  "Do you promise you'll make sure the demons don't get me?" I whimper as if I'm a child.

  "I promise," he assures me. I nod, and he says one more thing before I doze off into a peaceful sleep.

"I'm so happy that you're okay."
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  MORE. FRIENDSHIP. FLUFFITY FLUFF. YAY. Molly is back! It's nice to be able to write in her perspective again.

  Also, yesterday was National Star Wars Day. I'm obsessed with Star Wars, so... May the "Fourth" Be With You!

  Thanks for reading, and stay heavenly!

  ~Mabel