◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 10

Wren intructed derek and conner to get out. conner instantly said no, but then he realized how much pain i was in and din't argue after that. derek picked him up, set him on his shoulders and walked out of the room closing the door behind them.

when wren was sure they were gone, he instructed me to take my tank top off leaving me in only my bra. 

i did what he said and he tossed my shirt in the trash. "hey!" i say.

"don't worry. i'll buy you a new one" he says.

he goes out of the room, and returns with a damp washcloth in his left hand and a bif bowl filled with water in his right.

he tells me to lay flat on my stomach. i do what he says. 

"i'm not going to lie. this is going to sting" he says.

i nod and grab a fistfull of the sheets on the bed i was laying on. 

i heard him twist a cap off a bottle. he rolls up two towels and puts them touching the sides of my stomach, so the liquid he's going to put on my back doesn't make a mess on the bed.

seconds later, i feel him pour the cold liquid on my back. it's fine at first.. then i feel it bubbling and fizzing and it starts to sting. 

i try not to squirm or make any noises as he rubs the damp washcloth over my entire back. diggin deeply in the cuts.

i hold my breath and bite my lips shut. 

i let out a small whimper when he pours some more of the stinging liquid on my back. 

"i know sweety. i'm sorry, but i need to get all the dirt out of your cuts" he says.

i nod in understandment. 

i let a small muffled scream escape my lips when he digs the washcloth into my deepest cut. my back is throbbing from pain.

he removes the washcloth from my back and i let out a small sigh of relief.

"not done yet" he says.

"just get it over with" i say.

he chuckles. "that's my girl"

i hear him dip the washcloth in the bowl of water, and squeeze out the access water dripping off the ends of the now red washcloth. 

he lets some of the cool water drip off the washcloth and onto my back, soothing some of the burning pain.

after the few seconds of relief, he rubs the washcloth over my back again and i try not to scream.

i do my best, and don't make any too loud noices.. but when he pours more of the stinging liquid, i completely loose it and scream my head off.

not even two seconds later, derek breaks the door down.

Derek's POV.

i can feel every second of her pain. from the stinging liquid to the washcloth digging deeply into her cuts.

when she whimpers from pain i litterally drop to the floor, on the brink of tears. 

he's hurting my baby.

mates are linked together, feeling everything.

i hold back my wolf and try my best to control myself.

i had to tell my friend, Aaron, to take conner outside, away from me so i didn't hurt him if im accidently ransformed.

i was doing pretty good to hold myself back, until i hear her scream.

i run as fast as i can, and when i reach my bedroom door i break the door down.

i can't bare the sight.

Layla is laying on her stomach on my bed, in only her bra. her back covered in blood and Wren pouring a clear liquid on her back. it's fine for the first few seconds, but then it turns into a white fizzing chemical that stings our backs to no end.

she whimpers in pain amd i growl at Wren for hurting her.

"derek! calm down!" i hear wren shout at me.

i feel my eyes turn black and i know my wolf will come out soon.

normally peoples eyes would turn a neon color version of their eyes, but mine turn darker. my mom always told me it was because i'm the future alpha, but then i saw the actual alpha turn and his eyes turned brighter. .. then i knew something was wrong with me.

i eventually learned that i wasn't the only one with darker eyes. i met a few people like me, and they said that their eyes turn darker.. because they're overpowered by darkness.

they can't control themselves when they turn into wolves. i thought i had turned into a monster. because everyone in my pack would be able to control themselves and would be a nice wolf, but i was unable to control myself and i would hurt people and i wouldn't be able to stop myself.

i hated myself for it at first, but then i accepter myself when i realized that i wouldn't change.

and seeing Layla looking so defenceless on the bed with blood covering her back an her face filled with pain. 

she looked up at me with an unruly rawness in her eyes. i knew the pain was overwhelming her.

i have figured out from her cluelessness to everything happening, that she doesn't know that everyone around her is a werewolf.. including herself. 

she doesn't know about her wolf, so her wolf won't be able to take care of some of the pain. if only she let me talk to her then all this pain wouldn't be overwhelming her right now. 

i make my eyes turn back to their normal brown and calm my wolf. i walk over to her and kneel by her side on my bed. i put my wrist by her face and instruct her to breath in my scent.

she looks at me with confusion in her eyes. 

"trust me. it'll ease some of the pain" i say.

she hesitently, but surely sniffs my wrist. after she gets a big whiff of my scent i pull my wrist away from her and grab her's. i bring her wrist up to my nose and breath in as much of her scent as i can hold. 

she smells beautiful. like a mixture of cherry blossum and coconut. it was an interesting yet unique smell. 

once i have enough of her scent filling my nostrils, my wolf calms instantly. 

no matter how much i am trying to mess with her head and how hard i know i will have to work to break her.. i can't ignore the moments like this when i can't get enough of her. 

... she will be the death of me.