Cecilia's Wolf {Rewritten}

12 | Cecilia's Wolf

Cecilia 

Xavier didn't have very many injuries, just a few minor scrapes from rolling around on the ground that he said would be healed in no time, thanks to advanced vampire healing. "Blood would speed up the process," he added with a grin.

"Don't even think about it!" I warned him.

He laughed. "I was just teasing, Ceci. Sit down and let me help you clean those." He gestured to the bathtub and made me sit on the edge with my legs in the tub. He sat on the other side, facing me, and started picking little rocks out of my knees with gentle fingers. The scrapes weren't all that deep, but they were packed with the little rocks and dirt from the gross alley, so it took a while.

I winced every now and then, as a stone was sometimes lodged deeper than the surface ones. Xavier would smile apologetically and keep going. Once he was satisfied that he had all the stones out of all my scrapes, he grabbed the bottle of peroxide.

My nose wrinkled. I wasn't looking forward to the cleaning part of this process. "So if you had fed recently, would your scrapes already be gone?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the pain I knew was coming.

He smiled slightly. "Not completely, no, but they'd be farther along by now. I still can't believe how okay you are with all of this."

I laughed. "You can thank my werewolf boyfriend for that," I replied. I was finding that once I got past the first supernatural creature being real, the next is easier.

Xavier grimaced at the mention of Jackson. "Probably the only thing to thank him for," he muttered.

I ignored his animosity. Hopefully, I'd be able to get them to at least agree to pretend to like each other.

I sighed in relief when Xavier had finished cleaning my scrapes and put bandages over them to keep them that way. "Let's go hang out in your room until your mom calls us to dinner," Xavier suggested.

I agreed and followed him down the hallway and opened my bedroom door. We collapsed, side by side, on my bed and Xavier turned his head to look at me. "So, do you want to give me the full story now?" he asked. "You know we've got some time before your mom finishes dinner."

I agreed. We had enough time to tell him what had been going on. I started with what Jackson had told me about hunting down a rogue werewolf and ending up in the pound (Xavier got a real kick out of that one), told him about my parents adopting him for me for my birthday, and all the events leading up to today's scuffle in the alley with Bane.

Xavier was silent for a few minutes after I finished, staring up at the ceiling with his hands folded across his stomach. He seemed to be processing everything. "So not only are you mates with a werewolf," he said 'werewolf' like it was a dirty word, "but another werewolf is trying to kidnap you for his own pleasure and to screw with your mate?" he clarified, sounding even angrier than he had in the car. His hands were fisted at his side and his face was twisted in menace.

"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it," I replied. "And don't say werewolf like it's some swear word or something. They're not evil!"

He snorted in contention. "They're dogs!" he exclaimed. "Mutts with no control!"

"No, they're wolves," I corrected him. "And that's only half of who they are. The other half is completely human."

"Fine, they're wolves," Xavier conceded, but insisted on one point. "But they're still disgusting!"

I rolled my eyes and groaned, lifting my head before dropping it back on the bed in aggravation. "Xavier! You do realize that you drink blood right? That you need it to survive? I think that's worse than turning into a wolf."