Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 105

I close the diary when I hear footsteps then silence then the front door closing. Hesitantly, I leave the

library and peak into the kitchen, then the living room to find Theresa. I ask her if it was his father

leaving, and she says yes. She says that he's staying in the pack until James is better.

Not waiting for another second, I hurry upstairs and into my bedroom. I'm not sure how Alpha-blood

healing works, but I try to wake him up anyway. With a gentle hand, I tap and shake and call out softly,

"James. James, you have to wake up." He stirs so I continue, needing help.

"James, please," I murmur," please wake up. It's your father. He's here. I don't know what to do. I don't

know if he's dangerous or not."

His brows furrow, his eyes squeezing.

James

Everything around me is dark. Some unearthly darkness; blue, and purple, and fogged. I'm in the

house, yet in some other universe, another dimension. Dust floats and covers and I walk forward into

the house as if a visitor. Through the windows is a deep night and all the shutters are open, all curtains

stuffed to the edge. There is no one here, no Theresa, or Gail, or Will, or... No. She's here. I can hear

her. I can hear her soft nothings whisper from above me.

Suddenly a heavy worry weighs on my shoulders, drags down my heart and squeezes my lungs. My

feet struggle to pick up as if weights have been strapped to them, but I hurry for the stairs, her voice

calling to me. She's saying my name, needing me.

The hallway is long and dark, and I fight my way towards the large, grey doors, hearing her inside.

She's scared. She doesn't know what to do. She's calling for me. My feet grow heavier, and I claw at

the walls, forcing myself forward. I fall through the doors and stumble to the floor, so close. Her gentleBelongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

cries echo in my mind, and I look to the bathroom door, a soft light leaking through the crack. Bringing

myself to my feet, I push open the door and am blinded by brightness.

I see her, Rae, in the tub. Her nakedness is drowned in the richness of her blood, her head is thrown

back, her neck bent over, her wrists submerged and emptied. Her dark hair pours over and dangles

while some strands float on the surface. Her skin is pale, her face angel-like.

I grab her and heave her from the tub, bringing her to the cold floor. She rests in my arms, her skin

stained and cool.

I close my eyes, squeezing, then open them, and there's light.

"James, you have to wake up."

I open my eyes again and she's there, leaning over me.

"Thank Goddess," she mutters. "Your father's here. I don't know what to do."

"James?"

"James, are you listening to me?"

I take in a quick breath and curse my head. Grateful that it's over, I grab Rae and pull her down to me,

making sure that she's really here. "What are you doing?" She asks, laying beside me. I wrap my arms

around her. "Did you hear me at all? Your father?"

"I missed you," I murmur into her hair.

"What do you mean? You haven't even been asleep for a day." Her eyes study for a moment and I feel

her relax. "Where were you?"

Rae

James stays quiet but doesn't let go. After a minute or two, I find myself closing my eyes. "I know

you're hurt, but I like you like this."

He takes in a breath, and I let go of all my worries, and we lay together until Theresa calls for dinner.