Taking Whats His

Chapter Twelve.

Chapter Twelve.

I stayed still where I lay on top of the familiar hard mattress, a layer of fluffed pillows behind my back that propped my head up. I could feel a blanket wrapped around me and tightly tucked under my chin, the soft material lightly tickling the sensitive skin on my neck.

My head was lightly pounding and my shoulders seemed to throb with a dull ache. I was still somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness as I could hear the faint movement around the room although it sounded far away; I could feel all of my limbs although I lacked the ability to move freely, open my eyes or speak. My throat was dry and I wondered if I had finally gotten my voice back.

I was slowly regaining all of my senses as I began to remember what had happened and how I ended up in the hospital bed again, after I remember leaving it.

I was getting flashbacks of the earlier events. It was as if I was reliving everything that happened behind my closed eyelids. I remember Jason and Oliver coming in to the hospital ward begging Logan to allow them to take me out and after much persuasion and communication through the pack link that I had not been able to hear Logan had agreed to let me go with them.

I could picture the beautiful waterfall that Jason and Oliver had shown me. Walking through the forest, climbing over logs and getting the shoes I wore dirty had all been worth it to stand in the clearing with the breath taking view of the waterfall. We had spent hours splashing water at one another before Oliver had decided that it was time to leave as I had begun to shiver, my lips had turned blue and my teeth were chattering against each other from the cold.

The scene turned ugly as Jason and Oliver surrounded me while they watched the forest around us. It had happened so fast that I had missed it with my human eyes. Jason had lunged forwards, shifting into a wolf the colour of golden sand as he tackled two wolves that had jumped into the clearing from nowhere. Oliver had run from where he had stood in front of me to stop the oncoming attacked of two more wolves; he had swung his fist into the jaw of one, knocking it into the other before he had shifted into his brown coloured wolf.

I had been left in the open, standing in the middle of the clearing frozen in shock. A heavy weight had knocked into me causing me to fall to the ground as I had screamed in both fear and surprise. The air had been stolen from my lungs as I had landed in a heap on the floor. I remember looking up in daze to see that a wolf stood over me, its grey fur mattered and covered in dirt and what looked like dried blood. I remember the feel of bile rising up my throat at the smell that the wolf had given off as drool fell from the corner of its mouth and onto my face.

A scream had torn its way through my throat as the wolf's paw lifted and wiped away the spit from my forehead, his claw had extended and cut across my forehead. It was as if I could still remember the feel of warm liquid as my blood trickled down the side of my face and into my hair. I began to squirm at the memory, where I lay in the bed, I was desperate to reach up and wipe away what felt like blood on my face. I couldn't move my hands and my attempt was weak and useless as they continued to lay limp at my side.

I remember a scream tearing through my throat, echoing within my ears. The wolf on top of me had risen onto its back legs before lowering himself down and onto my shoulders. His claws protracted and pierced the material of Oliver's jumper and the top I wore underneath it before my tender flesh fell to the same fate. It was as if I was screaming out loud remembering the pain that I had felt as its claws had made its way deeper into my skin; blood easily dribbled from my wounds and soaked my shirt and Oliver's jumper.

I had thrashed underneath him while my head lolled to the side to see that Jason and Oliver were each fending off two wolves that seemed to take turns lunging forwards and trying to bite the brother's flesh. These other wolves were also matted and dirty, the coats of Oliver's and Jason's wolf were glossy and well looked after.