Saviour

Chapter Twenty

     My heartbeat roared in my ears at the possibility that Agatha actually knew a way to kill off my wolf. 

Greyson, my parents... they would be devastated if I went through with this... but they would be alive. And that was all I needed to begin forcing my own emotions down, trying to steel myself for whatever I was going to face next.

I felt sick to my stomach as I started to pace the room. Aaron had reappeared and was now staring at me in pity. "You can't possibly be thinking this is a good idea, Halle."

I scowled at him, "What other choice do I have, Aaron? For all I know, I could be the next one sick and then what? Then I would be absolutely no help to anyone at all. And there would be no other chances for my pack. At least this way I may have a chance to save the people I love."

I glared across the table, fixing my gaze on a speck on the wall. "I don't see there being another way out of this." I growled out, full of anguish at the choices laid out in front of me.

The thought of never being able to shift again, to never get to run through the forest as my paws pound steadily against the packed earth... and the scent of the air after a fresh rainfall... those were just a few of the things that I would no longer get to experience if my wolf was gone. My heightened senses would vanish. I would essentially be useless to my pack, to my mate... would I even have werewolf children? The thought made my heart seize painfully. 

These were all things that I never before doubted would be a part of my future. And the thought of it all being gone... and the mate bond. Would that survive past losing my wolf? I  felt sick at the thought. Would I survive the sacrifice I would supposedly have to make on behalf of a crime I hadn't even committed?

"Agatha, I need to speak with Bee first. I will meet you here tonight to go over what needs to be done. But... right now I need my grandmother." I pressed my lips firmly together, expecting push-back from the weathered old witch.

"Do what you must, but remember that Beatrice will try to coerce you out of your decision. She is, of course, your grandmother. But do not forget that you are your kinds' only hope." Her voice was ominous and foreboding. I could almost trick myself into thinking she actually cared about werewolves and not whatever other agenda was lurking behind her closed doors.

I nodded, my lips pressed firmly together. I glanced at Aaron one last time before turning around and heading towards the front door.

He jogged to catch up to me. "Halle, just give it some more time. I can try to find a solution to this. You can't sacrifice a whole other half of you. I have never heard of any spells that could separate someone from their wolf. What if Agatha is lying?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Aaron, she's your grandmother. Shouldn't you trust her a little more than that? Not to mention, I don't have any more time." But his words had struck home, exactly where he had intended them to go.

Aaron looked stricken. He had just witnessed his parents being murdered at the hands of werewolves; at the hands of Greyson's father, no less. Why would he want me to do something that could potentially cure them?

Great, now I don't know who I can trust at all.  I thought bitterly; my mind was racing a mile a minute.

I cast my eyes downwards, at a loss of what to do or say next. "I'll see you tonight, Aaron." I breathed out, turning and fleeing down the front porch before he could convince me otherwise.

I walked around the quiet neighborhood, looking for the rental car Gideon was in. I noticed it parked up the street and walked up the road to meet him. Looking through the passenger side window, I saw him sleeping soundly with his head resting against the drivers side window.