~Avery~
“Calm down.” I heard him say as soon as he dropped me on the bed. “So shy. It’s funny.” he said, stealing a glance at me before taking off his shirt. “I won’t force you to… I’m ready whenever you are.”
I sat on the bed with my eyes on him. I was almost surprised that he already knew I wasn’t loving the whole bathing together idea.
“You were shivering.” he said, stretching and closing his eyes at the crack sound his bones made.
“I was?” I asked, with my eyes still on him
“Yeah.” he simply stated. “You didn’t think I would force you, did you?” that was the last thing I heard him say before he entered the bathroom.
“I didn’t.” I sighed to myself, closing my eyes and dropping on the bed, sinking into it’s comfort. “I really need to talk to someone about this.” I groaned, sensing the bad energy start to build up again. I didn’t want things becoming unbearable for him.
“That’s why I’m here.” I shook a bit at the at the sound of my wolf’s voice. I wasn’t getting used to her presence. “You can talk to me.” her voice sounded concerned and welcoming. I didn’t suit her much, judging from my experience with her at the hospital. I could tell she herself needed someone to talk to.
“Do you understand our situation?” I asked, sighing again and leaving my gaze on the ceiling, not knowing wheres else to look at.
“You shouldn’t talk out loud, Dylan would hear. Just think about whatever you want to say, I’d get it.” she explained.
“Oh”
“Apparently, you lost your memory-”
“Do you still have yours?”
“No, I’m sorry but whatever happens to you happens to me.”
I let out a disappointed groan and rolled around on the bed, finally getting up. I needed to find out what happened as soon as possible.
“Now, things seem different and you’re trying to make sense of it but you can’t. So you’re looking for answers to your unanswered questions” she carried on with her explanation.
“Correct” I responded, opening the door, about to leave before my wolf said something that froze me for a second.
“We should find Tessa. That’s the only way to restore the balance of things.”
I frowned, holding my hands into a fist and ignoring the sting I got when I felt my nails pierce through my flesh.
At this point I wasn’t sure if I hated Tessa or I was just jealous… Jealous that she got who I wanted.
The mention of her name made me feel like my chest was on fire. I felt a bit dizzy and I can’t even start to talk about the overwhelming anger that got built up in me. At the same time I was scared. I didn’t want to loose Dylan. Not to a low life like her. Not to anyone.
“Dylan isn’t even yours” my wolf muttered, her words hit the wrong spot. If she had a body separate from mine, I’d be beating it by now.
“Shut up.” I said in a low tone, bitterness laced through it. I didn’t need to be reminded that Dylan wasn’t mine. I already knew.
This wolf’s really beginning to get on my nerves
“All we have to do to fix this mess I return back to who we were originally paired with. Not who we think we’re in love with.”
“Don’t use think. We’re sharing the same body so you feel what I feel yet you’re too blinded by that stupid mate bond to see that I definitely love him.”
“You can’t love anyone but your mate!”
“Speak for yourself!”
I huffed, finally leaving the room. I needed to know what happened while I was unconscious and I was sure I could get my answer through a piece of paper.
The newspaper or even the television.
This pack doesn’t usually give much information about the Alpha or Beta, but as soon as they mark their mates or as soon as they are hospitalized, the news would be all over social media.
Getting to the living room, I jumped on a couch then switched on the tv, searching for the news immediately.
I sat on the couch, with my eyes and ears fixed to the screen for more than forty minutes and I got absolutely nothing I needed to know. They kept talking about negotiations with other packs. They said nothing about me being hospitalized.
“You’re not gonna find any useful information there.” I remained in my position when I heard Dylan’s voice from behind me. “Except you’re interested in trade between packs.” he added.
“You know what I want to know so why don’t you just tell me?” I frowned with my eyes still fixed on the TV. “What happened to you while I saw unconscious? Why have you been so stressed?”
“I’m not stressed now that you’re here. So stop worrying about it.” he lied, now standing in front of me. “Stop worrying. Let’s go out and make up for the few weeks you wasted sleeping.” he squatted, getting to my eye level the cupping one of my cheeks with his hand.
“Ugh. Dylan I need to know! How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know to problem in the first place?!” I yelled, the curiosity was killing me now but Dylan still looked calm. Like he’d already prepared for this moment. “Listen Dylan I can help. I swear I can. I’m the white blood last luna trust me I can do som-”
“You can’t bring back the dead.” he cut me off, retaining his calm tone.
My heart fell into my stomach at the same time my eyes widened. “Mr. Arthur” his name escaped my mouth in a cracked whisper. I felt a huge lump in my throat. My lips quivered at the realization.
Part of me knew, the other part chose not to believe though it was heavily obvious.
I never wondered why I hadn’t set my eyes on him since I woke up. I didn’t want to. I already knew why but didn’t want to believe.
Now that he’s confirmed it, it’s hitting me harder than it should. Not only does it hurt that he’s gone, it hurts that I was right. Did I even get to say goodbye? I couldn’t remember. What were his last words to me? How did he die? What was his mental state? What was the last expression he had on his face?
Slowly, my hand moved towards Dylan’s hand, placed on my cheeks. I grabbed his wrist, slowly pulling it off my face as I drowned in agony. I didn’t have any plans of crying though. Not in front of Dylan. I didn’t need him worrying too much about how I took the news.
“I’m so-” I cut him off before he could apologize.
“You didn’t kill him. Why’re you apologizing?” no matter how hard I tried to sound neutral, I couldn’t. Mr. Arthur meant too much. It’s impossible to act okay knowing he’s gone.
Dylan remained quiet, gazing at me. Probably scanning my face to guess my mental condition.
“Listen. I’m not okay.” I said, honestly. Saying I was would be too big of a lie. Dylan would see right through it effortlessly. “But I can handle this. Trust me.” I promised him. “Don’t worry… Just tell me how…” I trailed, my tone wasn’t too shaky anymore. It hid the fact that I had a bank of tears to let out as soon as I’m alone.
“He… He was murdered”
“By who?” I asked immediately, holding his hands and squeezing it to calm me down.
I’d kill who ever it was that killed him. I promise
“Your dad.”