Claimed By Wolves (BL)

Three: An elf?

I sat up gasping for air. I groaned as I felt a sting on my back. I was sweating madly and it probably woke me up. Sweat becomes sticky and—a series of scenes flashed through my mind. A dream. One that felt too real.

I felt myself jump a bit when I heard doors slam. I stared at the thin white curtain on the side I heard the sound came from. Where am I? I started looking around. In front of me, meters away, there is also a white bed similar to mine, just with a sleeping girl. Two curtains on her bedsides and after those curtains where empty white beds and a curtain again and it goes on until I can barely see them. I'm probably in an infirmary. Just when I was about to think that everything was just a dream, realization struck me. Aching back, hospital-like beds. Everything that happened last night was real.

Doors slamming made me jump. Again. I wanted to crouch on the bed and see who was that but my back didn't let me. I heard clicking heels towards my way.

"Will he be okay?" It was Amelia.

"He should be awake now. He's been sleeping for three days and his wound is healing." A man said. They're obviously talking about me. The steps stopped. But there was no one in front of me. So maybe I assumed it was Amelia and got it wrong. Who cares? I groaned in desperation. "Oh. It seems like the other one is awake too." Oh. They heard me. I didn't know what to do as I panicked whether to say 'Hi' if they see me or pretend to be asleep. I chose the last one and I regretted it. I laid down in a hurry hurting my back as it made contact with the springy bed.

"Ow..." I gasped and the steps hurried and finally Amelia and a man in a white robe--probably the doctor--showed up.

"Be careful." The man said as he walked to my side and helps me sit up. Okay. This is awkward. I was just sitting and now he's making me sit. Uh... Whatever. "You shouldn't lie on your back yet." He continued.

"You're already awake. Impressive." Amelia sat on a stool next to the bed. "Vlad could've killed me if you didn't." She sighed in relief. "So... How are you feeling?"

I hesitated before answering. "Fine... I think?" I rolled back my shoulder and cringed at the pain it caused to my back. "Kind of stingy at the back but fine all in all...?" I continued, not even sure with my answer.

"Well that's good to hear. Besides Vlad, the other one could have killed me if you stayed lying there. You've been out for a week. We were worried on what to tell your parents."

"Wait. A week? D-did they call me or something? Even a text?" They'll kill me if I didn't answer their calls.

"Oh, they did call you! We had to make excuses that your phone was confiscated for some kind of activity and--"

"Wait. Where's my phone? I've got to call Eleanor! I almost died last night!" I said as I finally gad a grip on reality. I almost died last night, and I've been asleep for a week. My parents should know about this.

"I'm sorry sir, but they shouldn't know about any of this." The doctor suddenly said. "I barely read that." He mumbled.

"Did you just read my mind?" I said in amusement rather than shock. "Oh dog poo, I must be still dreaming." I muttered as I held my forehead.

"Everything's, kind of real, Heath. Wait. Should I still continue with the honorifics? Eleanor told me to but it's kind of annoying."

"It's fine. I don't care. Whatever. Just..." I paused. "Just explain everything. Anything. I'm kind of very much confused now." I said as I rubbed my temple, ignoring the pain it caused on my back. I peeked at Amelia under my lashes just to see her staring back at me. I sighed. "You can start with telling me what really happened last night."

And so she did. She started with our drive. The wolf I saw turned out to be a werewolf. I didn't want to believe her but as if on cue, the memory of its hairy hand on my ankle flashed. According to her, werewolves don't usually attack randomly unless they were threatened or crazy. What she meant by crazy was bloodlust crazy. And the werewolves that attacked us were the latter. The scent of a human seemed to have caught their attention. And then once they had the opportunity they attacked. She said that after I was thrown out of the car the werewolf ignored her and ran to my direction. She shot it dead but more came.

"I ran towards you and saw more of them. But dead. And then I just saw another one claw your back, then throw you on his." She crossed her legs as she continued talking. "He brought you to the infirmary and left you by the entrance. I thought it was finally over when more attacked. Your savior had to fight them off. It seemed like they were after you, Heath, but—"

"Why?" I'd rather not believe everything she said but deep in my guts it felt real.

"Yes. Why. And this..." The doctor walked to my side as he gently put his hand on my shoulder, slowly turning my back to him. "It's a claim." I turned my head to stare at him.

"What claim? What are you talking about?" I stared at him curiously.

"Lycans tend to claim their mate without permission. And a part of the dangers of being claimed by a lycan is this." He referred to my wound. "It's called a mating scar. It wards off future rivals in case you won't let him mark you yet."

"Wait. Are you telling me that werewolves... or lycans, as what you call them, are real. And one just claimed me—"I pointed to myself "—as his mate?"

"Heath, I know it's highly plausible but..." Amelia paused as she avoided my eyes as if keeping something.

"But what, Amelia?" I asked not expecting the despair in my voice. She bit her lower lip as she stared at me intently.

"Fine but don't freak out!" She stood up and grabbed the edge near the wall of the curtain next to me and pulled it towards her showing a wounded back of a man, whose hair continued to grow down his neck following his spine, forming a sharp V before his pants. His ear, which pointed like a dog's, twitched as if we startled him.

"An elf?" I stared at it intently until the ear's sharp tip started to shrink as the hair on his back that spreads below his shoulders started falling off. A groan startled my intense observation as the man pushed himself up, making hair fall on the sheets. He shook his head as if shaking it off. He sat up holding his side and groaned again.

"What's that smell?" My heart skipped when his voice reached my ears. His voice was low and manly. A husky sound you'd love to wake up to everyday.

I continued to stare at him until he slightly turns his head to his left and glanced behind us, and there, amber eyes caught mine and I found myself drowning in them. His eyes grew wide as his face scrunched in anger. He turned and cussed as he got up and walked out.

What just happened?