The Broken Werewolves: The Forbidden Law

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

The Meeting - Part I

 My eyes flutter open, seeing an unfamiliar ceiling, painted in light green paint. I look to my side, and see there are other beds, without people sleeping in it. Curtains hung loosely, blocking the rays of the sun from seeping through the big open windows. Birds chirp a little loudly, as if they are having a mini Glee going on with their kind, having fun without having to worry about anything. My head slumps back to the soft pillow, feeling the white duvet wrapped around me. Warm and cotton. I smile to myself, feeling happy and contented. Even though the room is pretty unfamiliar to my eyes, it doesn't bother me. At all. The room smells like a mixed combination of coffee and newly baked bread. My stomach grumbles.

Beside each bed, is a desk with a flower vase on top. Sunflowers. The wind blows, entering the room and the curtains fly calmly. It makes my skin tingles, as if someone is touching my skin lightly. Over the window, I can almost see the background, I can almost hear the children playing happily. It could be just my mind playing tricks on me.

As if on queue, my brain displays the images of past events. Rogues. Dave. Thick silver fur wolf. That wolf has had saved me once, and he did it again. I jolt up, alert and panicky. Dave. I need to see Dave. Once I move, I decide that it's a dumb decision. Now do I realize that my arm has a white bandage wrapped around it, now I feel the pain and I groan out loud.

A lady, who it seems to be like she's in her late twenties, dressed in a floral pink and white dress, knee level, a white sandals to match her attire, has come inside, a box in her hands. Her dark hair is tied into a ponytail, bouncing as she walks in my direction. She seems like the kind of girl you would see in the library instead of wild parties; living room watching National Geographic channel instead of blasting rock music through her ears; eating cookies than eating meats. When she sees me wide awake, she scurries a bit faster, places the box on the desk and puts the back of her hand on my forehead, shaking her head a bit.

"You have a fever," she says in a soft tone, getting a pill in the box that she has brought with her. I look at her incredulously, thinking what this girl motive is. I just dealt with the Rogues. She could be one for all I know. But she seems very nice. "Here, take this pill with a glass of water. I'll get you some."

"Uh, okay," unsure, I scratch my cheek nervously and look elsewhere but her. "Where am I? And my brother Dave?"

"The guy who was with you?" She asks curiously, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes,"

"Oh, he's outside... playing with the pup - children,"

I sigh in relief, slumping back down on the bed. Relaxation is all I need, and I sure can get it here.

"By the way, I'm Beige, one of the healers." She introduces herself and bows, as if I'm upper than her and she's lower than me, as if I am some kind of royalty and she is nothing but a slave. Her hair falls as she bows in front of me. I blush at the action and motion for her to stand up straight, which she does immediately.

Clearing my throat out, I smile at her, still unsure. "I'm Kieran."

"I know," she claims, smiling widely at me. She knows? She knows me? "We have been keeping an eye on you, sir Kieran." When she calls me sir, I feel like I'm part of an organization that people look upon. I blush, which makes her chuckle.

"Are you a doctor?" I ask curiously, remembering her words. One of the healers.

Beige looks up, putting a finger on her chin and her free arm rests on her hips. "You could say that." I chuckle at her adorableness. Her brown eyes, round and sparkly, light up as she hears my laugh. "You have a pretty good laugh, cute." I blush again at the compliment.

A lot of people compliment me, and I never know how to take one. Probably it's because I haven't got the chance to hear compliments about me from The Blue Sky Pack. All my life, what I heard was all about me being dumb, weak, and useless. It was their way of complimenting me. When I first heard those, I felt hurt and cried, but then I got used to it until I didn't mind anymore. My heart was already numbed. I guess it still is.

Beige suddenly has a glass of water in her hand. I never heard her move, or the clunk of her sandals on the polished tiled floor. When she sees my amused reaction, she smiles shyly and tells me it's a talent of hers. She provides me the pill for fever and the glass of water. I take it both. Now that I'm aware that I have a fever, I can feel myself getting hot. My skin is warm, and my neck is hot, as well as my forehead. It's good that I don't feel bad at all.

"The bandage, it'll take a long time to be taken off." She states, taking a seat on the bed beside mine. "Probably one or two weeks?"

Nodding, curiosity got the best of me. "Who brought me here? Why am I here? Where am I?"

"You're in a safe place, don't worry." That's the best answer she can give me. With that, Beige stands up from the bed and straightens out her floral dress, giving it a twirl as she smiles. "You're not bedridden. You can go outside and check out the place. It's pretty good. Seems like your brother is having a good time spending here. See for yourself, sir Kieran. I should go. If you want to rest, you may. If you need anything else, just call my name and I'll be there."

I nod at her. Beige turns on her heels and walks away, leaving me alone. I study the room again and smell the scent. This room feels like it hasn't been used for weeks now. All of the beds are neatly made, except mine. Duvets are folded on top of the beds. Every now and then, I assume, people clean this place. Slowly rolling off the bed, I put my feet on the polished tiled floor and immediately shiver as I do so. Fixing my hand that is wrapped on a bandage, I make the bed, though not neat, but it will do. I make my way towards the exit and decide to explore the place.

When I make my way outside, the gush of the wind passes by me and my hair flies, making it disheveled and a chuckle escapes my lips. When I scan the area, I can see a lot of children playing happily with... my brother. His hair is sticking out everywhere, children ruffling it. A smile forms on my lips and I step outside.

The grasses are neatly cut. It tickles my feet when I step on it, considering I'm not wearing shoes. Speaking of, where are my shoes? Frowning, I continue to walk in my brother' way and when he sees me, a grin forms on his lips and he waves at me. I wave back. He runs to me.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me once I'm within reach of a hand. "Are you feeling good, okay?" Worriedly, he grabs my free hand and inspects my body, from head to toe, which makes me laugh lightly.

"I'm okay, brother." I say, assuring him, letting go of his hand and patting his back. "Though Beige said I have a fever, I'm still feeling cool and all. I already took a medicine so there's no need to worry."

Dave sighs in relief, sagging his shoulders down. "Thank God,"

"Where are we?"

"A bunch of guys have saved us from those wolves," he says, scowling when he imagines what happened earlier. Shaking his head, he continues, "Anyways, they healed me. I had a little bruised, but it's all fine now. I thought we were going to die. Those wolves were crazy! I saw them shooed the wolves away, and when I was about to fall asleep, some random guy picked me up and that's the last of what I've seen,"

"Do you have any idea who brought us here?"

Dave thinks for a moment, before a voice stops him from responding.

"Me," a voice says, sending shivers down my spine.

I know that voice. It's very familiar to me. That voice has been inside my dreams, every night, every nightmare, I can always hear that voice. My body has become frozen, and I can't move at all. My jaw clenches, and I want nothing but to punch his face, for me, but I don't feel like doing it. When I turn around, I gasp.

A year after I have last seen him, he still looks the same. In fact, he's gotten bulkier and more handsome. But I'm not going to say that in front of his face.

His light blonde hair has gotten a bit darker, disheveled. The brown streaks on his hair are fading. His chestnut eyes are dull, as if he has been sad and dull all along. It seems natural already. My heart races faster as his chestnut eyes stare right through mine. Just like before, his eyes can captivate anyone's inner soul; it looks sincere and perfect, and that terrifies me. He has gotten a little taller, too, maybe an inch? Compared to my height, I look like a pup to his height, which makes me squirm.

My heart has stopped when he takes a step closer and I immediately take a step back, afraid that he would hit me. Emotions course through my veins, and tears well up again in my eyes, and in the same day, I'm going to cry again. f**k that. I hate crying. I glare at him, the most evil glare I could muster, and he flinches. My heart picks up speed. Though I can't still talk, or form a sentence to say to him, I want to pour out all my emotions by punching him and not by crying.

I hate myself for not hating him when he deserves to be hated by me. I hate myself for knowing that I've already forgiven him from what he has done. I could never hate him, despite what he has done to me; what he has put me through.

"It's not so nice seeing you again, Mr. Cloud Alistair Lyleson," I greet in monotone, body still trembling.