The Wicked Luna

Thirteen

1.Check if the person is awake and alert.

2. Ask if they have any pain. If so treat them.

3. Solve through the trauma they have recently been through.

I know the protocol too well. When my parents died this is the protocol that was preformed on me. I remember the blonde haired doctor shining a light in my eyes and checking my ears for damage. I remember her considerably large hands holding mine as she stared into my eyes to ask where there was pain. So now as I sit in the same position of all those years ago I can't contemplate anything other than confusion and anger. People in my pack were ending up dead and I didn't have the slightest idea why.

"Lilith? Lilith! Can you hear me? Alpha?"

I snap my eyes to my doctor and nod my head. She takes out her clip board and clicks her pen on the surface, I grit my teeth in irriatation.

"Out with it" I hiss and she winces.
"Your burns appear to be fine but a high level of anxiety is coarsing through you" she says closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose " now I know this must be upsetting. The fire in the west that killed about a hundred of us and the most recent attack in the woods. The people in this pack are fearful we will end up like the Vega pack."

My mind flashes to the night that Arlo asked for a favor. Saying how most of the population had died due to unknown circumstances. Has the beast returned? It seemed all too impossible. Then again these random attacks and deaths didn't seem like the usual.

"I don't know what to do" I say truthfully " my father and mother could never figure out what to do. No one could. What can I do against a beast that is more powerful than an Alpha?"

My voice is hollow and distant. It sounds liked something inside of me has cracked. Like the last remains of hope that I would live a peaceful life has disappeared.

"No matter" I say more forcefully pressing the cold side of me out " I will figure something out. Am I cleared to go?"

She hesitantly looks up from her clip board concern dancing in her eyes. Then she nods her head pursing her lips as I rise from the bed I was sitting in.

"Macy is here to fix your hair. You know the damage that was done from the fire" the doctor says quietly. I don't turn around to answer or even acknowledge what she said. Instead I walk out of the doors towards Macy my only thoughts fixed on the flesh ripping claws and teeth of the beast that killed my parents.

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Like falling snow my hair pills on the ground. The raven black ends coming off in clumps. A few of the burnt pieces make my nose crinkle and I find myself licking my lips as Macy works on my hair.

"Macy" I say not recalling how many times I've said these exact words " I need your help."

She doesn't answer at first but instead moves over to her work counter. Picking up a bottle with a clear liquid with a golden tinge she nods her head telling me to press forward with my troubles.

" I am afraid we will end up likes Arlos pack. Some sort of creature is striking at my kingdom and I worry its the beast that killed my parents."

I hear the sound of the bottle spraying through my hair and feel Macy's delicate fingers rub the substance in. I purse my lips waiting for her wise words.

"Why do you think it is the beast? Were there any indications?"

I gulp and close my eyes remembering the scene from the woods. Bloodshed was everywhere, as if a coat of red paint was splattered. I remember the organs of my pack members everywhere. As if the creature reached into the harmless bodies and pulled the vital organs out acting as if they were presents.

"Yes" I growl stifling my feelings of remorse " it was the scene I walked into. Exactly the same except with more people and a different scenery. As a note was left behind."

I feel her fingers pull at my hair as she begins to untangle the thick mess. Lightly she brushes my hair trying to be gentle as she stumbles upon knots.

"So you think it is the beast? Well we know that one cannot fight an enemy alone. It is too much to bear. So what do wolves do? They hunt in packs."

My nails click against her salon chair as I absorb her words. Was she suggesting I aline with other packs to take down the beast once and for all. But this type alignment will have consequences. People will end up dead. The question is who will we be willing to sacrifice?

"So I should align with packs?"

The thick silence in the air answers for me. That was exactly what Macy was sugesting. What other options were there? Wait for my kingdom to be slowly sabotaged scratching my head in wonder of what to do? No, I wouldn't make the same mistakes my parents did.

"Thank you, I have to go now."

She nods her head and we kiss cheeks as a casual farewell . I wish her safe travels and I'm about to walk out for the room when she pipes up.

"You may want to bring Arlo into this. He's the only one who knew the beast besides your parents."

The truth is written clear in her words yet I didn't want to believe them. Arlo was a foolish man, surely he could know nothing of the beast. So I momentarily squeeze my eyes shut and mumble to myself the words my mother loved to utter. Better safe than sorry.

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If a persons hands could move so beautifully I'm sure there is a solution to my never ending problems. Like a boat on smooth waters Caysons hands flit over a thick piece of paper sketching the dead tree that stood by my outside balcony. Never had I imagined that tree to look so majestic. Never had I imagined the tree to be anything other than a dead tree.

But I was wrong.

Cayson creates the tree as if it were a structure. Darkening it to a black I never knew existed. The outside world around the tree seemed so ordinary as the main goal of his sketch was for the tree to be the center of attention.

"How does it look?" He remarks sliding the piece over to me when it's done.

I pick it up with my baby smooth hands, running the tips of my fingers over the tree branches. As if I could really touch it I lightly smile before sliding it back.

"It's lovely."

I cast my eyes upward and grin at him watching as he returns it. Our eyes lock together and like he planned Cayson reaches his hand out to my face, stroking my cheek. I freeze at first but like the mate bond insists I relax into it. His thumb glides across my skin and I hold my breathe, ready for those delicious sparks to explode like fireworks between us. But as soon as his hand came it went retreating back to his side.

"Lets sleep" he murmurs and I nod my head unable to collect words to say.

I place my head on my pillow softly, my eyes still fixed on Cayson. He's facing me but with his eyes closed and his lips pursed. What would those lips feel like against mine? I cast the thought into the deepest part of my mind instead letting sleep drift me into its arms.

Still even with my hand braced with Caysons  and the feeling of those sparks gliding between us, nothing can stop me from screaming myself awake.

I feel like I'm using way to many 'Then' 'him' 'he' and 'I's. If so pleas tell me so I can fix it.... ok ok have a good day :)