The Last Lycan Luna

CHAPTER 5 - NEW HOME - ELARA'S POV

The nice-smelling angry man left, taking the sweet smell of Eucalyptus, Jasmine and lemon with him, while the other man looked back at him. The two men looked similar, they must be twins.

The one who'd left had longer hair brushed back messily with sun-kissed skin and dark green eyes and several tattoos, while the man who remained had a shaved head and similar tattoos and green eyes, only he had burn scars down his throat, and I suspected, over his arm and chest, though I couldn't see through his shirt.

I don't know why, but I felt like I wanted to touch the men and was a little sad that the other one had walked away. What was wrong with me? These men tried to hurt me, and yet, now they were helping me. I didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, please don't be upset. He'll come around." The shaved-haired man said gently.

I frowned. I still didn't know what they were saying, but I was picking it up. Maybe I knew his language after all, and I just couldn't remember, because I think I understood the word 'sorry'.

He gently touched my hand, and the perplexing buzzing started again. What was this? I pulled my hand away, and his face fell. Why did that upset me?

"Can I take her home now?"

"She seems to be healing perfectly, and her vitals are good." The man in the blue coat spoke. He had an odd scent of leaves and pine cones, and I didn't like it. "I'd like her to stay overnight for observation, but I think with her memory issues, she'll be more comfortable in your home."

"She's going to need clothing." The blonde man from earlier spoke up.

He confused me the most. He was going to kill me but changed his mind for some reason after I'd grabbed him. I just remembered wishing he'd protect me and then suddenly, he was.

"Sh*t!" The other man said, "I hadn't thought about that. I need to buy her somethings."

"I'll ask Zoe to pick her up somethings and meet us at the pack house."

"Thanks, I owe you one. No, I owe you two." He looked back at me and smiled, but I just frowned at him. Why was he being so friendly?

I watched as he lifted my folded dress and something fell out, hitting the ground and making a clattering sound that hurt my ears.

"Oh, sorry." The man with the scars said as he bent to pick something up. "I think this is yours."

He held up a necklace that looked familiar and placed it over my head. I quickly grabbed the pendant. Why did I feel so fiercely protective of this?

"Was that a gift?" The man asked when, but I didn't know what he was saying. "How am I meant to get her to accept me if we can't even communicate?"

"Flashcards." The blue coat man said back. I wished I knew what they were talking about. Were they letting me go? "Just draw some images and speak the word that represents it so she can try to communicate with you."

"Good idea, thanks." He spoke before looking back at me and holding out his hand. "I'm going to take you out of here. Please come."

I looked from his eyes to his hand. Did he want me to touch it? I wanted to. I liked the buzzing.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

I knew that word 'afraid'. Did he know I was scared?

He reached over and took my hand, and this time I let him. He helped me off the bed and placed his warm jacket around me, but his shirt slipped, and I saw the scars on his shoulder, and without thinking, I reached out and touched them. The man froze for a second and quickly straightened up and moved my hand.

"Don't," He said, his voice sounding angry or scared. I couldn't figure out which, but I didn't press the matter. Perhaps they hurt?

"Let's go."

He pulled me from the room, and I noticed everyone staring at us. Which made me extremely uncomfortable, so I moved closer to him. Would these people hurt me? I got the feeling that this man was in charge of them. If he liked me, I was safe. I had to keep him liking me until I could escape and try to find my family. If I had one. Surely, I came from somewhere. Maybe those men I first met would know where I came from or why I was in some weird shell underground.

I looked down at the pendant and saw a strange symbol carved on it. It felt familiar. It felt safe, but I couldn't figure out why.

The man took me towards the strange machine that had transported us to this building, and as we approached the peculiar contraption, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

The man opened a door, but I pulled against his hand in fear.

"It's alright, hop in." He said, but I frowned and looked from him to the machine and then the forest. Could I outrun him?

His eyes swept to the forest too, but then he looked back at me in concern, and climbed into the machine, still holding my hand harder, and he pulled me inside.

"Drive," He said to the person in the seat in front of us, and the machine started to hum.

I looked around in alarm, and the man placed his hands on my face. "You're safe."

I looked into his eyes and there was a strange buzzing between us again, and he leaned closer, but then the machine turned, and I fell into his lap. I blushed and quickly sat up and moved away from him on the seat.

"Watch the corners." The man said, sounding angry.

"Sorry, Alpha."

Alpha? That word really did mean something to me.

I stared out the window and saw homes flying past us. Were they moving? I started turning and looking out all the windows with wide eyes, trying to take everything in. How were they moving? I wanted to ask the man, but if I couldn't understand him, there was no way he'd understand me.

"It's alright, calm down." The man touched my face again, and I looked at him.

When the machine stopped, the man climbed out and offered me his hand again, and in the spirit of keeping him liking me, so I could escape, I took it and climbed out of the machine, and it started moving away. I jumped a little. So it wasn't he building, we were the ones moving. How was it moving?

We were standing in front of a large four-story building that was made of stones and covered in moss, vines and flowers. It was lovely.

"Welcome home." The man smiled at me, and we walked past some men wearing all blue. Why were they dressed the same? Did everyone here dress the same? Did I have to wear that outfit? It was awful.

Everyone inside was looking at us, and I moved closer to my captor, as he took me to strange doors by the stairs. They were like the ones we'd gone in, at the previous building. We'd gone inside them, and the doors closed, and then when they re-opened, the room had changed.

The man took me inside and pressed a button and the doors closed, and once again, the room had changed once the doors opened again. We left the small metal box, and I frowned and looked back at it, What was that? How did we get to this new room?

"No one is allowed on this floor except us, my brother and my Beta and his mate." The man told me, "This is our private wing."

What? I frowned at him.

"Right, you have no clue what I'm saying." He said and shook his head. Was he frustrated with me because I didn't understand? I'd have to learn the language quickly. I couldn't risk losing his favor again, or he might kill me.

The scent coming off the other man from earlier was in the air, though it wasn't as strong.

"Hello, Alpha." A man called out as we walked down a hallway.

"Renalds," The man spoke to him.

"You have a package, sir. We put it inside on the lobby table."

"Thanks," The man spoke to them, "This is my mate. She is allowed access to my suite and anywhere else in the pack. Let the other guards know."

"Yes, Alpha."

Alpha? There was that word again. Why did that word mean something to me?

We walked into a very bright room with white walls and light wooden furniture.

"My brother and I aren't much for decorating." He spoke to me again, "So, if there's anything you want to change, please go ahead. Although, I guess if my fool brother still goes ahead with his wedding, you and will move to one of the other suites, so you don't have to see him with her."

He gave me a sad look before we continued down the hallway.

"This is my room." He opened a door and pointed at himself and then the room. Was this his bedroom?

He pulled me to another door. "This is my brother's room." He then took me back towards his room and opened a door opposite his door.

"This is your room." He spoke and made a weird gesture with his arm. Was he showing me the room?

"I want you to share my room, but of course, if Jayce accepts you, we'll need to come up with some kind of system. Maybe you could stay with me one night and then him the next, in either my room or his. Or we could come to your room. Or you know, there is the option of the three of all sharing one room, but my brother snores, and I don't think I could handle that every night, so..."

He stopped talking when I frowned at him. Why did he keep speaking to me? He must know by now that I don't understand him.

"Sorry," He laughed and put his hands in his pockets. "I'll just let you settle in and shut up."

I looked around the room. There was a big fireplace, and a few more doors, but I walked over and touched the bed. It was soft.

"Listen,"

The man touched my shoulder and I jumped in surprise, and I made an odd hissing growl sound that stopped me short, I stood up and clamped my hands over my mouth.

"It's okay." He raised his hands in the air.

I hated this. I hated not knowing what he was saying. I hated not knowing what was going on. I was so scared. I wanted something, anything familiar. Why didn't anyone seem to know me? Why had they tried to hurt me in the woods, only to change their minds and choose to help me?

I started crying and fell to my knees, and the man quickly sat down and held me. He kept repeating the words "It's okay", But I didn't know what that meant. Were they words of comfort?

After I stopped crying, he leaned back and wiped the tears from my face, and we looked into each other's eyes. What was this feeling between us?