AYLA
I didn't have to wear thick bandages anymore. I could just wear regular ones. It has been two weeks since the incident. My wounds were healing well, according to the doctor and Mia. I was allowed to walk around, as long as I had enough energy-filled food to keep functioning properly throughout the day.
It was the early morning. Before the sun would even rise, I would wake up and couldn't go back to sleep. My nightmares were still regular, but I have learned to live with them. I am quick to adapt since that's what I had to do for years.
I got up from my bed and grabbed a small cotton blanket that I drape over my shoulders. I tye my hair into a quick messy bun and walked out of my room. I quietly opened Milo's door and saw he was still fast asleep. I shut the door and made sure to check on him later on.
I made my way downstairs and made a cup of steaming hot coffee. I put on my shoes and went outside. I always loved dawn. Everything, even the forest was still asleep. There is a sense of something mystical hanging in the air that somehow freshens me. I walked around the pack area and observed everything. Everything was so familiar to me. It's strange seeing everything exactly as they were before I left. It's like I never left. In a way it was comforting, it made feel like the horrific things I went through never happened.
As I was wandering around, I somehow ended up at my old house. I haven't been here at all. I haven't even thought about it. And yet, as I behold it now...my heart ached more. The last time I was here I was a teenager, an eighteen-year-old.
I stepped up into the porch. My heart rate increased. I looked around the entrance. So many memories are held here. Both good and bad. I remember climbing up these steps when Soul would drop me off everyday after school. I shake my head and took a deep breath.
I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open. it was unlocked. The door creaked open. I stepped inside and my breath hitched. I felt my heart stop. Everything was the exact same. Nothing has been touched. I felt myself shake. It looked the exact same as the day I left it. I walked through in the place and saw that even the mess that was still there. I looked at the unfolded sheets in the basket near the tv. I remember dad telling me to fold those before I left, but I never did.
I went to the kitchen. The kitchen was different. It was completely cleaned out. I walked through to the stairs and slowly went up. I touched the rails and remember the day Solomon and I got in trouble because we sled down these rails and broke them. My dad made Solomon fix them. smiled at the memory.
I reached the top and saw the door to my bedroom slightly agape. I pushed through and saw my old bedroom. Nothing had changed at all. My bed was still unmade. My clothes were a mess on the floor. This was really weird. It was literally like I never left. It was like nothing happened at all and I was still that teenager.
I looked at the crack in the window and smiled. Solomon tried t sneak through the window, but he accidentally kicked it, giving it a good crack. I looked at my desk and see my old computer. I tilted my head and wondered if it still worked.
I sat down and pressed the on button. And to my surprise, the screen lit up. I felt the air release from my lungs as I saw the background of my computer. It was Solomon and me. We were at our favorite diner. We were both sipping milkshakes while I was holding out my locket from my neck. It was his present to me. I was trying to not smile too much in the photo while sipping the straw, but I couldn't help it. I had a giant smile. And Solomon, he was sipping his straw with a genuine smile too. I remember when this was taken, it was our one-year anniversary.
Ever since I woke up in the hospital. I felt like I've changed. I felt like the shield I had, the wall was crumbling. But it wasn't the wall to keep people out, it was a wall to keep me in. The one to protect myself from all of the things I was feeling. If I didn't feel, I could survive. That was my way of thinking. But ever since I woke up, it was gone. And I think it was because my survival mode has finally been switched...and I'm feeling again. So when I see this photo, I can't help but feel a wave of longing and sadness. I pressed on the photo album and more images popped up. There was one of us before we dated. We were just friends. I was sitting on the giant rock at the lake. Solomon was next to me and it was sunset. I was doing a silly face and Solomon was in the background laughing. Another photo popped up, I was sitting under a tree reading while holding my locket. Solomon took this. The next one made me laugh, I was looking up from the book scowling at Solomon for taking the picture.
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SOLOMON
Werewolf#1 Captured 16/11/2019 *COMPLETED* BOOK 3 of the BLOOD MOON PACK. Solomon Nightwalker is the brother of the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. One of the most powerful packs in the world. He is funny as he is deadly . You do not want to be on his dark s...