The fact that the pain had yet to leave my body was one of the first things that came to mind as I shot up screaming for Ado, believing him dead. Two people come charging into the healer's den.
The healer's den is a small cave, separate from the rest of the pack, with a single bed and a roaring fire. It is the area dedicated to those who are too hurt or ill to be around others.
Strong hands grabbed at my arms to pull me back into a broad chest. Ado's, I realize. "You're still alive", I sighed in relief.
I drift in a calm daze for a moment when I notice soft hands gently probing at my aching chest. The healer, one of the pack elders, was checking my lungs that where still struggling to bring in air.
"How," I pant, "How long have I been asleep?" Ado gives me a look that projects all the worry, self loathing, and fear that has plagued him in the passing time that I was away. He goes to speak.
"It has been 3 weeks, '' the healer cuts him off, "You had us worried there for a while there, hun." "Three weeks! What happened? Oh no, Mom must be worried sick! How did this happen? Was anyone else hurt?"
Something starts to build in my chest as I panic, my thoughts going a million different directions, trying to figure out what happened and whether or not my pack and loved ones were safe.
"Jade you have to calm down. Take deep, slow breaths for me." Ado instructed.
"What happened?" I declared through gritted teeth.
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf and the Moon
WerewolfWhen one story ends another begins. This is the story of the end of my Mother and the beginning of me. The end of her story and the start of mine. And it all began with the omen of the wolf and the moon.
