The Wolf Girl

Chaper Thirty Nine

  Molly's POV

  After an extremely long discussion with Nikki and Wes, we all decided to let the strange man help us on our voyage, despite the fact that we are extremely suspicious of his red eyes. He has agreed that we will keep him cuffed and have someone watch him overnight to make sure he doesn't try anything funny. Nikki and I sit in front of the fire, keeping watchful eyes on the mysterious boy and Alex, who sleeps next to him.

  After a while, Nikki speaks. "He seems so familiar." I look at her questioningly. "I mean, his race. It's like he's built just like me."

  "Nikki," I murmur, "what is your race?"

  She looks down at the fire. "That's a story for another time," she says softly. "But I can identify Wes' race. It... It looks just like mine."

  His crimson eyes flutter open. "I'm a red blood," he breathes sleepily before closing his eyes. Tears fill Nikki's eyes, and she stiffens, as if she knows what he's talking about.

  "Nikki?" I whisper. She doesn't respond at first.

  "I'm going to s-sleep," she finally says. She stands and slowly walks to a pile of sleeping people; Bella, Alex, Wes, Morte, and Adrianna. She plops down next to them, and I watch her purple eyes close through the eyeholes of the mask.

  I stare out at the night sky. Is this what it was like for Alex when I was a demon? Was it easier than this? Harder?

  I hear a grunt, and I turn my head to look at Alex. He raises his cuffed hands and rubs his forehead with one of them. I watch him expectantly, wondering what he could be doing. When his eyes flutter open, I gasp.

  "Hazel," I breathe. "Hazel eyes." I stagger to my feet and run over to him, collapsing on my knees in front of him. I brush his hair out of his eyes to see them better. "Alex?" I whimper.

  He manages a weak smile. "Hey, Molly," he mutters hoarsely. Tears fill my eyes, and I throw myself at him, unlocking his handcuffs and taking them off of him before tossing my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my torso, and I bury my face in his shoulder, crying softly.

  "N-next time I t-tell you to r-run, y-you r-run," I hiccup, holding him close.

  "Alright," he chuckles weakly, and I pull away from him.

  "H-how do you f-feel?" I ask, rubbing my tears away with the back of my hand. After I do, my arm automatically moves back around his neck.

  "Really tired," he admits. "I know how you felt."

  I stare into his tear-filled eyes for a moment. "Oh, how I missed those hazel eyes," I sigh, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. "Don't leave me again..."

  "I won't," he murmurs.

  "We've been through too much together." I let out a gentle sob, leaning forward and resting my chin on his shoulder. As I explain his hostile, bossy, and hateful demonic form, I let cries shake my body, my tears dripping down onto his shirt. I feel my own shoulder grow slightly moist with a few of his tears, so I lean back and reach up. I wipe the tears from his cheeks as the salty droplets continue to roll down my own. As I clear his face, he reaches over and starts wiping my own tears away. I smile softy and move one of my hands to lie on his, which is resting on my cheek now. Heat rises to my cheeks, and his own face gains a red color, but I ignore it, gazing into his eyes.

  His hazel eyes.

  Keeping my hand on his, I adjust my position so that I'm facing him directly. I sit in his lap, and my legs stick out behind his back. My eyes flit down to the ground, and I duck my head, my face catching fire. I drop my hands to my lap, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

  "Sorry," I mumble. In response, he moves his hand to my chin, lifting my head. We make eye contact again, and time seems to slow as we ignore everything around us.

  "It was hard," I whimper. "You really weren't yourself. I- did you try to break through? You kept telling me to kill you, but I refused." I frown.

  "I did tell you to kill me because I didn't want you getting hurt," he murmurs. "And you wouldn't."

  "I-I couldn't k-kill my best friend."

  He smiles a little. "I know."

  "Alex?" a voice whispers from the group of sleeping people. I snap my head over and see Morte, looking at us sleepily. I yelp quietly and jump backwards, my cheeks growing even hotter. I hide my red face in my hands, feeling completely embarrassed. When I briefly peek through my fingers, Alex's face is tomato-colored, too. I instantly cover my eyes again.

  "H-he's back to n-normal," I squeak to Morte. "H-heh! I-I'm just gonna t-take a short w-walk! M-Morte, keep an eye o-on Wes!" With that, I stand up and sprint into the trees, my cheeks still hot.

  I stop in front of a thick-trunked tree and sigh, leaning my forehead against the bark. My heartbeat thrums in my ears.

  "Don't run off like that," a tired voice pants. I whip around and see Alex, breathing heavily from running.

  "Y-you killed someone," I blurt. He freezes, and even his breathing seems to stop. "You killed someone, and it was my f-fault." I look down. "It's my fault that we're in this mess." He stays still. "Alex?" I look up to see him with a blank expression on his face.

  "I k-killed..." he starts, but he doesn't finish.

  "It's my fault that we're in this mess," I repeat. "If I had go-"

  I gasp as Alex rushes forward and yanks me into his embrace. "I killed someone," he sobs. "It was Jason, wasn't it?" He grabs my shoulders and holds me at arms' length. "He wasn't in the group."

  "Yes," I whisper. He goes quiet again, and I pull him close again, wrapping my arms around him. He returns the hug.

  "I'm sorry," we whimper at the same time. We pull back a little bit, tears streaming down our faces, and a smile creeps to my face. I laugh softly, burying my face in his shoulder and getting his sleeve wet with my tears. He joins in with the laughter.

  When I call down, I look up at him, still smiling.

  "I love your laugh," I whisper.

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Thanks for reading, and stay heavenly!

~Mabel