Ruby
Throughout last night, I barely slept and ensured I had one of my eyes open. It would be foolish of me to let my guard down knowing that there was danger lurking.
I managed to distract myself by reading the book about medicine and health given to me by my grandmother, but that wasn’t sufficient to take my mind off things.
There was an unsettling feeling permeating the air of this pack, as if the once-present light had been replaced by an overwhelming darkness.
Alex’s soft snores filled the room, and I found peace in the fact that at least he managed to get some sleep. However, the lingering thoughts in my mind centered on finding a way to be around him constantly and investigating the mysterious voice, now confirmed by my son.
“Good morning, sweetheart. It’s time to get ready for school,” I said, gently shaking Alex awake. He greeted the morning with a big smile, his eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Okay, nanny. I’m excited for my first day!” He exclaimed, hopping out of bed with enthusiasm. I couldn’t help but smile at his infectious joy as he prepared for his first day at the werewolf academy.
Soon we were ready and outside, after making sure my room was tightly shut. The morning air was crisp as I walked with my son, Alex, to the academy.
The towering walls of the school loomed ahead, and I couldn’t shake the unease that lingered within me. Alex, however, was brimming with excitement, his eyes sparkling with anticipation of a new adventure.
We reached the entrance, and I ruffled Alex’s hair affectionately, earning a bright smile from him. As he skipped inside, I watched him go, a mix of pride and worry tugging at my heart.
I hope he will be alright.
The surroundings were bustling with students, and Alex disappeared into the academy.
I made my way out of the school gate, lost in my own world, when suddenly I felt an abrupt push that sent me sprawling on the ground, leaving me disoriented, and I felt a sharp wrench of pain in my wrist.
I picked myself up gently, dusting off the dirt as I regained my balance. A voice cut through the air, dripping with disgust.
“Watch where you’re going, mutt.” I glanced around to identify the source of the insult, but the crowd offered no clues. Frustration gnawed at me as I straightened up in irritation. A simple apology won’t hurt.
“Some people could use a lesson in manners.” I muttered to myself. Just as I was about to mind my business and continue walking away, I started hearing the screams and cries of different people.
“Poor girl, she is too young to die.” I heard someone in the crowd say something, and my curiosity propelled me forward, pushing through the crowd to discover the source of the commotion.
As I approached, the crowd’s chaotic energy intensified, and I heard panicked voices pleading for help.
“What’s going on?” I asked someone nearby, desperation etching my voice.
“There’s a girl over there. She needs help.”
“Someone call for help. We need the pack doctor’s assistance now!” Another voice shouted, hoping someone would take charge.
“We’ve already called, but they might not make it in time!” A worried bystander responded.
Amidst the chaos, the crowd parted to reveal a young girl lying on the ground, struggling to breathe. Concerned voices overlapped, forming a cacophony of worry and helplessness.
I should have kept minding my business and continuing on with my life, but my motherly instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, I moved forward in hopes of helping her when a man blocked my path, sneering.
“What can a low-life omega know about health? You can’t save her.” He said it, and I recognised it to be the same voice that pushed me rudely to the floor without feeling remorseful.
Now was not the time to exchange words, so I ignored the derogatory remark, trying to get towards the little girl as she reminded me of my son, and I was pretty sure they were almost the same age.
“Step aside! Every second counts!” I shouted at the man, but he sneered at me. Before he could utter another word, I swiftly stepped on the man’s foot, causing him to scream in pain. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed through the now-opened path and rushed towards the little girl, determined to do whatever it took to help her.
Kneeling beside the small, motionless figure on the ground, my heart raced with a mix of compassion and the desperate need to make a difference. Without hesitation, I assumed control, my hands moving gently on her chest as I initiated CPR. Every passing second felt like an eternity, with the weight of urgency hanging thick in the air.
I had learned this technique just last night while reading my grandmother’s book, and I hoped it worked, but as time passed, I became unsure.
I increased a little more pressure, and the little girl, once seemingly lifeless, began to cough weakly amidst my struggle to revive her. Each cough brought a flicker of hope, and her eyes slowly fluttered open, displaying her beautiful blue eyes as she took a shaky breath.
She became more aware of her surroundings and looked around the crowd before the girl’s frightened gaze met mine. She coughed again, and then, in a heartwarming, unexpected moment, she reached out and hugged me tightly.
I froze for a moment, unable to react, but after seeing the gratitude in her eyes, I couldn’t help but reciprocate the embrace, glad to have been there to help.
She let go of me, and through her tears, the little girl looked up at me.
“You’re my angel; thank you.” She whispered,”Her words pierced through the chaos, leaving an unexpected warmth in my heart amidst the frantic scene.
“I know you were close to death, but don’t make the mistake of calling me an angel again,” I replied firmly, trying to maintain a stern expression despite the emotional turmoil within me.
“I don’t care what you say, but you are my angel, and I owe you my life,” she said, embracing me tightly. I sighed in defeat.
If only she knew the life lost due to my foolishness, she would never label me as an angel.