Saviour

Chapter Ten

     I didn't know how long I had been out, but when I woke up, I was in a whole other world of pain. Everything hurt- and I mean everything. My mother used to call it the Cure Hangover. Kind of an oxymoron, if you asked me. If we used too much of our affinity, we essentially drained our bodies of all nutrients and energy, and ended up passing out.

It wasn't good for us in any way, shape, or form. My mother had lectured me for years to make sure I was eating consistent meals full of nutrients to keep my energies up to avoid such outcomes, but I wasn't able to prevent this one.

Despair shortly overtook my body when logic finally caught up with me when I realized I was alone. Greyson wasn't by my side. Was he okay? My thoughts raced and my heartbeat sped up dramatically. I didn't remember anything past the blur of last night.

I sat up slowly, my head pounding with protest. The room was stark white, but I wasn't in the infirmary. A familiar scent tickled my nose, but it was stale. Was this someone's bedroom? Unease seeped into my muscles as panic began to set in.

I realized with a start that I had been changed out of the bloody clothes I had originally been in. I was now in a cozy pair of sweats and a black sweater. Thankful for whoever had taken pity on me, I made the final push out of bed and headed for the door. I didn't care what I looked like. I needed to see what had happened last night.

I needed to see Greyson was okay with my own eyes. I realized that the terror that lingered in my bones was because I didn't know if he was alright. Since we hadn't solidified our mate bond, we lacked the ability to sense the other's well being. It was something that I wanted to punch him for at this moment. Even though he was an asshole, he was still my mate.

At least for the time being. My cynical mind reminded me.

The thought alone made me want to vomit. Was it so much to ask that he stop stringing me along? Or to put in some sort of effort into getting to know me before deciding that he didn't want anything to do with me?

Pushing open the door miserably, the scent of flowers hit me like a ton of bricks. Along the wall, flowers of every variety were lined up against the hallway. I paused, allowing myself a moment to smell a bouquet of wildflowers. A little card caught my eye and I picked it up curiously.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw that the card had my name on it.

Backing away with uncertainty, I quickly placed the card back where I found it. I decided to find Greyson before I let myself wonder why there were hundreds of flowers set outside my door. How long had I been asleep anyway?

I padded down the long unfamiliar hallway until I came to the now well known foyer of the pack house. It was like a ghost town with no one in sight. I could still smell an overwhelming stench of blood and I knew that I still carried the scent of death on my skin. I pressed my lips together firmly, not allowing myself to think that far ahead of myself.

I swallowed hard as I slipped on my shoes and headed out to the field from last night. The metallic smell got stronger the closer that I got. The grass that was usually a vibrant green was now a patchy copper red- however, there were no bodies on the ground anymore. That was either a good thing or a very bad thing. I just hoped they hadn't been carried out in body bags.

The faint sound of murmuring voices kept me following the path that led into the forest. Eventually, I found that the entire pack was gathered in a large cemetery. It seemed that everywhere I looked, people were softy crying into one another's shoulders.

Did I save anyone? I thought with despair.

As I passed, pack members quieted. I finally spotted Greyson at the front of the crowd talking to his Beta Sage. Relief came crashing down on me as I saw that he only had several serious scratches on his arms. It could have been so much worse.