DAY'S DESTINY: ZOYA'S CHAPTER

CHAPTER 11 – THE FIRST MISSION

“Listen Zoya. You only need to do a check-up on those bars on the list. Check if it’s a rogue headquarters or not and that’s it. You don’t necessarily need to fight.”

                That’s what Zane said and I sadly promised that I won’t fight but I guess  that’s not really applicable now. The moment I entered the first bar, the stink of rogues had already reached my nose outside but it was also vice-versa. I was surrounded at once. Zane did make me go with 2 trustworthy companions but I thought moving on three would catch too much attention so I made them wait outside for my signal. However, I smirked, this is actually nothing and I haven’t used my muscles for a long time so this could be my warm-up. I let them attack first because in human terms, this would turn into a self-defense just in case. However, as expected, my body is a bit stiff that I ended up going on defense instead of attack in the first half-hour of the attack but half an hour is enough to make my body revert to its top shape and make it remember how to fight. I deflected another powerful punch from the werewolf enemy and finally gave a kick and punch of my own.

“I told you not to fight!” I held the phone away from my ear as Zane shouted. I brought it back to my ear when I was sure he wasn’t going to make me deaf.

“I was surrounded the moment I stepped inside. I had no choice and beside it was a success.” I tried to reason with him.

“Success on the account that you were injured!”

“It was nothing, just a scratch that healed immediately.” I retorted and Zane sighed.

“Make sure that this will not happen next time Zoya because you’re out the moment a scratch lands on your body on missions.”

“Oh come on, cut me some slack. It’s been a long time since I started fighting again so-“I paused when I realized something. “Wait, you mean I can go on missions now?”

“Yes, I don’t like it but Abby thought it would be good for you for now.” Zane said after another sigh.

                After that, Zane still launched his long lecture on safety and stuff like that but I actually didn’t mind that much because I’m happy that I’m allowed to fight. The excitement from the fight earlier still did not leave me and I realized later on that I am really loving the adrenaline. When the phone call finally ended, I looked down to see that the wound on my palm had already closed and I sighed. Someone tried to attack me with a wooden bat and I caught and broke it with my hand. It was a big mistake because it caused a cut on my delicate skin and I think some tiny splinters had also entered the open wound. The problem is that the splinters are still inside and the wound had already closed. Of course, I did not tell this to anyone especially Zane and the two men who were with me.

                There are all sorts of werewolves all around the world and in this city. There are the werewolves who belong in different packs and there are the rogues. The rogues are mostly the ones who are different from each other because there are the evil ones and the good ones. The evil ones are just like the rogues I fought earlier while the good ones are mostly the ones who don’t want to belong in any packs or so, they are mostly called lone wolves. The lone wolves usually go on about their life without being tied down to any groups and in this city, I know a particular lone wolf and coincidentally a doctor as well. Matilda Herse owns her own small clinic downtown and she’s open 24/7, not that she actually goes anywhere else. Maybe for her, the outside world is not even that interesting than her own clinic.

“Hi.” I greeted Matilda when she came out from somewhere after hearing the front entrance open. It was late at night and the clinic is empty except for Matilda.

“Zoya.” She greeted coldly and her eyes strictly scrutinized my whole body.

                One thing about Matilda is that she is easily mistaken to be a cold and emotionless woman but in fact, this is just the way she is considering the fact that she’s already past 100 years old of werewolf age. Living for that long and dedicating herself to science and being a doctor, she started to forget that she’s still half-human and capable of emotions.

“I need your help. My wounds closed and something is still inside.” I made the explanation short and simple. Matilda nodded.

“Go sit on the treatment table.”

                I followed her instruction and before long, she was cutting open my palm once again. Watching her do it, made it more painful but faced against Matilda’s emotionless face and the awkward silence, I could not let myself squeak out a single sound even if I wanted to. I held it in and just engulfed myself on my thoughts until everything was over.

“Thank you.” I said as I watched the cut close again. It’s actually like magic.

“I recommend you stop doing whatever silliness that caused that. It’s not good for your baby no matter how strong you think you are.” Matilda answered instead and I just blinked at her.

“Baby?” I managed to ask. She raised her eyebrow.

“You are at least three weeks pregnant, 1 month equivalent in human pregnant time. Your pulse tells me so.”

                To say that I am shocked is an understatement, I am way beyond that because trying to remember three or four weeks back only makes me think of Josh. Not that thinking of Josh is the issue, it’s the fact that I am pregnant with the child of a man who thought he could not conceive a child with me. In short, it’s the most impossible thing to happen.