The Royal werewolf's Mate

Chapter 3: The Mystery

It was twelve o'clock at mid night. I sat in the waiting room all drenched, hoping everything would be fine, and praying to the moon goddess, that the doctor tells me everything was alright, that I was just overreacting, but a part of me knew that wasn't true. I screwed up big time. How could I be so irresponsible! If I wouldn't have gone to bed early I would've heard her fall...

I was so scared. Trembling in the waiting room, partly because I was wet, head to toe, but mostly it was out of fear. My tears went unnoticed because of the drops of water that fell from my fringes to my face. I was still in the state of shock and didn't know what to do. I tried calling Bugs continuously, but it would just go to voice mail.

"Bugs...grandma...she fell down the stairs. Bugs please come home soon. Please, just give me a call Bugs, Im...so scared." I was chocked by my caught up emotions, to send him a voice mail. My phone began to ring, and I answered it immediately, thinking it was Bugs but it was just some blank call.

"Hello Dear, would you like me to get you some coffee and a blanket to keep you warm? Look at you, you're all wet. It could cause some viral or pneumonia." The nurse looked at me, with concern.

Thanks to my werewolf blood, I had a great immunity but she didn't need to know that, so I just nodded.

I woke up from a nice hear warming dream. My eyes fluttered open, as I was greeted by warmth of the rays of the sun that kissed my face gently. While the birds sitting on the windowsill sang for me.

I gracefully sat up on my bed, wearing a white silky nightwear, and spread my arms wide, welcoming the warmth of the day light to embrace me, while my hair seemed to fall perfect, spreading a wide smile on my face.

Well, all of that could be true, if only this wasn't my life but a day out of the fairytales. In reality, It was the freezing cold, that woke me up from what seemed like a deep sleep.

I cracked open my eyes, my eyelids seemed so heavy and the rays of the sun falling over my face made it very difficult to open my eyes. I cringed at the light as though I was a Dracula melting by the heat of the sun. Not a pleasant sight eh? Instead of the birds there was an annoying sound of a cardiac monitor. And I don't even want to think about how my hair looked at this point of time.

Once my eyes adjusted to the bright light gleaming through the window, I looked around to realise that I wasn't lying down on the Rocky Mountains of the North Colomian borders, instead I was lying down on a hard yet comfortable mattress, with a thin duvet covering me. Oh I almost forgot what it feels like to lie down on a bed after spending three nights in a row near the borders.

        I immediately looked around the room. The room was huge, which was almost twice the size of my room back home, in the United States. The walls and ceiling were painted off-White, while the couch and teapoy on my left, and the closet on my right were beige in colour. The dull shades of the room made it look like a hospital, however it seemed fancier than that.

There seemed to be a little discomfort in my shoulder as I tried siting up and my head felt so heavy at the moment, seemed like my shoulders couldn't carry it anymore, somehow I managed to sit up, and straightening my back, and I realised I was surely injured.

Never have I ever had a killer headache like this one before, so I tried examining any internal injuries, it was something I had learned for my brother Lukas, (not that I required it before today). I didn't have any internal injuries, but my shoulder bone seemed to have fractured. But my wolf wasn't healing. This hasn't happened before.