She Was The Queen

Chapter Three✅

Grief is not something to beckon with. It is something you run away from. Avoid It. I couldn't help the darkness anymore. I had been laying in there for so long, feeling the emotionless perpetual cold. This couldn't have been heaven, there was no light nor was there any angels singing. It was too cold to be hell, it was black. Was this how it felt like to be dead? There should be a feeling that comes with death but this cannot be it. The earth is here, I am still here. The life around me is still there, the gravity, the pull all and everything over again. I couldn't hear anything but I sensed that I was still unconscious. I just couldn't wake up. My heart was constantly piercing, missing my people. There was an empty void I knew could never be filled. Everyone speaks about their ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends but no ever talks about their ex-parents, ex-siblings and ex-family. My mother was torn to shreds and all I did was run, like a coward. I couldn't save her; I knew I couldn't so I didn't even try. Now left in deep despair, dismay was all over me when I saw them finishing others off. Their ravenous dark claws prying my cousin's golden eyes and plucking them out like sunflowers out. How could Andy being be so brutal? I watched it all and they never came for me, saving an undeserved dessert for last. Father was already gone by that time - first in fact. The scent of his blood hung heavy in that air, stinging our noses as well as our hearts. There was no other way but to run. Knowing that they could shred an alpha, was enough knowledge to conclude that the decomposition of me would not be a problem. How can I even lie here and try to make my actions accountable? I'm awful. Yaga will never accept me now, she will send me to hell.

Warmth pipping out of my, down and into my ear signified life. On the uncomfortable surface, my senses came alive, bursting into high sensitivity. A scent of a male in the room rocked me into reality. He was moving around in the room, rubbing his dry hands together and mumbling too low for, even, my sensitive ears. My most recent memories returned to me. I was saved, I hope, saved by that black alpha and his pack. Saved by the one I felt really metallic to. My eyes still refused to open but I could hear everything now. The male's breaths and steps, his swift spilling of water into a sink now mixed with the smell of my blood in that water. The sores on my skin became relevant and so did the angst. In all my efforts my eyes shot open, burning in the mercy of the air. A sharp white light above me had me momentarily blind. I adjusted to the dimness around it. I blinked again several times to see clearly through the tears. His footsteps came to my side in a second. Thick and golden rimmed glasses was the first thing that captured me about him. My strength allowed me to sit up, pulling up the covers to my body the minute they slipped off. He stared at me, interrogatively. "Hello." He smiled at me, creasing at his mellow eyes. He was bulky and in a white coat with gloves covering his hands. His side burns gave him a chance at seeming young but the greying made that chance a zero.

"Hi." I answered with a raspy voice, coughing to clear my throat. He came closer to touch my arm, I winced back.

"No, I'm here to help. I need to check your vitals." Did I have reasons to be scared? Something was around his neck; it was like a tube necklace that met at the bottom to let out one black tail that had a round metal thing.

"What is that?" I whispered as he had taken the something to press on my chest while he listened. It amplified my heart beat as I could hear it in his own ears.

"Stethoscope." He answered, still smiling warmly. I frowned. "It allows me to hear your heart."

"But aren't you a wolf, you don't need it." I probed. He took it off my chest and walked away.

"It's just nice to follow procedure." His back now at me. My anxiety told me to run off but my common sense said I should stay and see. Which one was right? He came back to hold my arm out softly, smiling softly the whole time.

"Thank you." I whispered but he didn't hear, instead he squeezed my forearm. I repeated, "Thank you." and his wise grey eyes met mine and his smile dropped slightly.