Cold Rejection

The Book

Okay, so i have a terrible excuse as to why i'm updated on a monday and not  Sunday. And it has a lot to do with Sims, my competitivity and inability to hold back. Sorry! But hey, better late than never....Right? Right? 

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It had been a week already, and if there was one thing Hazel didn't missed about the outside world, it was the flow of time. Where back in Radix Sub Terra a day was whatever. A cluster of hours in which one was awake with nothing but an monthly delivery to confirm their passing. On the top side, a day felt incredibly irregular.

Sometimes, there was simply too much to do and far too little time to do it. And then there were moments like these when Hazel felt every second inch by. It was driving him insane.

But, time wasn't the only thing testing his sanity. There was also the reappearance of his wolf.

Zander touch had drawn it to the surface but the moment they had broke apart it had disappeared again. Or so he had thought.

But his animal instinct proved him wrong by making itself known in the most inappropriate of ways.

Howling at the moon, marking his things and then growling when people came too close. It was like he was a newly shifted again.

His fast maturing wolf and his difficulty to manage time was how he found himself returning from another interview that ended with the infamous.

"Don't call us, we'll call you!"

And then of course, there was the changing of alpha. As time went on, instinct alone forced him to notice and recognize Zander as his leader.

His ears, eyes and basically every other senses zeroed in on him like missiles. Add to that his unsevered half of the bound and a childish wolf that wanted what it wanted and was deaf to all reason. Hazel was hypersensitive to Zander's proximity.

But the shame and embarrassment of their last encounter was more than enough motivation for him to stir clear and that was exactly what he did.

Fallen backwards on his provided bed.Trying to tell himself that spending all three month locked in this room was also an ideal way to past the time.

He had money saved up, some silver coins and a few gold he'd earned from his work in Radix Sub Terra, maybe he should buy a gaming console, a computer or something to keep him occupied. He nodded his head, agreeing with the mental plan. Yet when his freshly bought phone rung, he answered it on the second ring and silently prayed for it to be a job.

It was.

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Hazel was not happy! As he pushed familiar wooden doors open and stepped into the spacious white room, his medical bag in hand. He walked straight up to the man laying in his sick bed and pulled the mask from his face.

"We had a deal!" He groaned, narrowing his eyes at the former alpha. "I stay and you wouldn't force me to come back here" He reminded the no doubt senile old man, his tone losing whatever speck of respect it had for him before. Still, Xavier smiled, the sagging skin on his face pulling at the cheeks.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything" He began, and Hazel was shocked to hear how much weaker he sounded in just after a week. "I'm offering you a job! You can refuse"

"I'm not the traditional doctor" The omega warned after a moment in silent thought. He didn't used serings, commercial medicine or fancy machinery. He was what is called a witch doctor, a caster outside the hexen community. His methods and utensil were as crude and barbaric as they got. There was no science to it, simply laws and lines that should not be crossed.