Her Rogue

53. Darkness,

"She should be awake by now, right?" I hear a voice say. It was distant.

Like an old memory. 

I try moving but there was nothing that wanted to move. It all seems dormant. I couldn't feel anything. 

Am I dead?

No, I couldn't be dead, I could feel my heartbeat. I could feel my blood pumping.

I hear a monitor, beeping at a monotone pace.
Was that supposed to be my heart? That is odd, it is not really following my pace. It was even pumping a little faster than I did.

And if I could think, it meant I wasn't brain-dead. Well, I hope it does mean that. Because if I was brain dead and still have thoughts, well that would suck because I do not have the nicest thoughts at times.

Now, where was Sybilla?

I could feel her, somewhere in my mind. Like a dead weight at the back of my mind. But she wasn't responsive and I couldn't locate her.

"I am no sure, she took a very big hit. Her skin is looking very raw, even though the smoke has dissipated for almost a week now. She must start to look better right now," This voice was a little deeper than the other.

But I still couldn't pinpoint who they were.

"She is going to wake up, mamma. She will," I hear a very familiar voice say, taking my hand.

Finally! I could feel something and by feeling something, I felt the electric feeling of the mate bond in my hand. 

I sigh happily, loving the feeling of his hand in mine. It made me feel safe.

Sy? Where are you?

"She could wake any day now, if not, we should start thinking about extreme measures. Even more in her case," In my case? What was that? What was my case?

And that is when I feel more than one heartbeat thumping on my body. It was soft and agitated. I was still pregnant? How was that possible?

And why couldn't I still feel Sybilla? Sybilla!

I am still pregnant. I am pregnant. 

Now I just have to concentrate and make my body better.

Where could Sybilla be? 

I ask myself while the darkness surrounded my senses once again.

...

"People are talking, Malcolm. They think you were responsible for all of this."

Huh, that was a new voice. Familiar, but still, not recognizable. It was a female, that I knew for sure.

"Do you think that I did it? Do you really think I would put this pack in danger? This is my pack as well as Angie's!" That voice I did recognize. I felt my heart jump a little at the sound of his voice, happy that I could hear my mate again.

"I know that, Malcolm! But you have to understand, they think that both you and Diana are working together! I really need you to think about this and leave with her! I tried everything but the people are not listening!" The voice sounded like Rosy's, which was weird because Rosy doesn't have a voice that breaks. 

Rosy's voice sounded like it had been through Hell.

"She is right, Mal. Even I am having trouble making the elders shut up. They are too many accusations going against you. We need a plan if this doesn't work out. Angie is the only one that can calm our people, but look at her!" That was my grandma.