MINE

Chapter 5- Night Of Full Moon

VIELLA'S POV

HOW DID THEY KNOW?

Was there some kind of forecast on when a full moon appears?

I receded back into my room, away from the window, but I still peeked outside. As slowly as the moon reached its peak, as fast as the street cleared, soon it was stark empty.

Not one noise was heard on the street.

The jazz music that played in the night, the loud chatter of people that rang on the walls of New Orleans–everything was quiet.

I receded back into my room, and shut the curtains this time, as I laid on my bed. I stared at my ceiling that had the bright display of the solar system, in my dimly lit room.

I turned on my side, as everything my parents said, and everything that happened today played in my head. Were wolves real?

And what was the talk of Ian saying ‘pack’ and ‘power’? Was it like the society my parents belonged in? Like a peer group of some sort?

I shook my head, as I sat upright. I walked over to my swinging chair at the end of my room, and pulled my assignments from my bag alongside my laptop…

If wolves were real, let them be real. But I can't fail a course..

I got to work, typing away on my laptop, when I heard three knocks on my door. My breath hitched as my eyes flew to where I kept the vial my father gave me.

Another knock again, but this time it sounded desperate…

I shot to my feet, grabbed the vial and a syringe I got. I drew from the vial, and went behind my door, peeking through the peephole.

No one.

I furrowed my eyebrows, took a shaky breath in, stood behind my door, and turned the knob. With a click, my door creaked open.

Slowly, disoriented footsteps filled the air, with a tapping sound.

I closed my eyes trying to steady my breath once the person closed the door.

“Vi?”

I blinked my eyes open once I heard his voice. Pain filled his tone, as he staggered farther into my room.

“Kaelan” I gulped. Slowly, he turned on his feet, and faced me. My eyes scanned his body, and I saw thick wet stains on his shirt and jeans.

Sweat filled his forehead, as his eyes fluttered and his breath was labored.

“Help, help me. Please” With a deep sigh, his eyes fluttered close, as his body hit the floor with a loud thud.

A gasp escaped my lips, as the syringe of vial left my hand and hit the floor. I rushed to him, and tapped his cheek, but he was out cold.

“f**k, f**k! f**k you, Kaelen!” I panted, as I looked around my room hysterically. I wasn't the one injured, but adrenaline rushed through my veins.

I took deep breaths in to settle my fastbeat heart and to force my brain to think, but I wasn't getting any signal. I nodded, and started with the basics.

In my gym shorts and bra, I dragged Kaelan to my bathroom by his shoulders, his bloodied body making squeaking noises on the tiles.

“Okay, one step at a time, Vi”

I took a scissors from my vanity, and cut his shirt and jeans open, leaving him in his briefs. My lips fell open at his toned shoulders and chest.

Fuck, this guy was hot everywhere.

I consciously made an effort not to look down to his vline, and concentrated on cleaning his injuries. Many stab wounds that I suspected to be arrows, designed his stomach, thighs and shoulder.

What the f**k happened?

I took a clean towel and cleaned off the bloods from the wounds, but my heart stop and my mind raced when I saw some of the injuries on his stomach closing up and healing.

I stared at Kaelan as a deep frown settled between his brows.

I shook my head, blamed it on lack of sleep and proceeded to clean the injury on his thighs. Blood gushed slowly from the abused flesh but it didn't look deep.

After I cleaned his body, I washed his face and hair too. Everywhere had blood.

I dragged him back to my room, as I figured how the hell I was gonna get him to the bed.

I rummaged my closet and found one of my dad's shirt and unused boxers that I stole.

I dressed him up, arranged my bed, and knelt beside him.

“Kaelen, hey, wake up. Get to the bed” I urged, as I used my tripod stick to poke at him. I wasn't risking waking him up from his sleep without knowing who he was in such vulnerability.

He muttered incoherently and groaned, but that was it. He didn't move.

I released a breath, and walked towards him. I put my hand under his arms and tried to raise him up, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

Slowly, I didn't know how I did it, but he got to his feet, and I dragged him to the bed. After tucking him in, I stood in front of my bed and stared at his sleeping figure.

“I hope you don't f*****g die on my bed. I kill you myself in the afterlife”

I walked to my swinging chair, and proceeded with my assignment while occasionally glancing and checking up on him.

I checked my phone and saw that it was two hours till dawn. f**k!

I closed my laptop, checked on him the last time, and curled myself up in my swinging chair.

While still looking at him, I quietly fell into the embrace of sleep.

****

I jerked away once I heard my door creaking. I slowly fluttered my eyes, and immediately brown orbs greeted me.

I stared at them for a while, while my brain rebooted. Intrigue and curiosity flashed in them, and that's when my brain started working.

I let out a startled scream, as I jumped away from my chair, causing him to step back with his hands in the air.

“What the f**k were you thinking staring at someone like that?” Innocence filled his features, as he shrugged his shoulders.

I scoffed, gritted my teeth, and shot him a glare as I went and began packing up my bag.

“What's the time?”

“Eleven”

I stopped in my tracks, and looked at him, laughing. “It's early in the morning and making jokes, isn't funny”

“It's eleven, Viella. Oh, sorry, eleven-thirty, now”

My eyes widened as I fastened my pace, packed my bag, and picked out an outfit.

“Why didn't you wake me up sooner? Today is a f*****g Tuesday, God!”

I groaned, as I threw my head back and shot him a glare.

“I tried. You didn't budge”

Ugh.

I rushed to my bathroom, quickly showered and got dressed before coming out. My eyes moved to him, as I scanned his body.

“Are…Your injuries are they alright?” I asked, as concern filled my heart. He squinted his eyes as he studied me.

His lips raised in amusement, as he nodded his head, and pointed to my coffee table.

Two paper bags of food sat there.

“Breakfast, interesting. Pick it and let's go, I'm late for class”

He nodded, picked up the bags, and trailed behind me as I headed for the door.

“Mom?”

“Viella, who is this?”