Cursed

Chapter 4:

I laid in all fours, staring at the cieling as the damned cone was attached to my neck. I didn't really know what happened but the pack doctor inject something on me and i woke up in my wolf form. They said the effect would take awhile and it means, i'm on my wolf form for a couple of days.

I sighed heavily. This is way too embarrassing for me. Seriously, they are treating me like a damn pup.

"How was your leg?"

The doctor asked me half smiling as he wore his gloves. I forgot his name but all i know is never mess with him or else you'll end up wearing a stupid cone.

"Don't look at me like that" he laughed. "You keep l*****g your wounds that's why i put a cone on you. i can't have you messing up your stiches" his voice was calm and welcoming that i can't help but to relax my stinky butt and trust this man.

"How was him?"

My body went rigid as i heard his voice. I never felt this small in my whole life, just now. I don't know what this man did to me or maybe the curse working me up but i still can't help shrinking back when he is around.

"He's much better now. Surprisingly, the bullet didn't made much of a damage on his hind leg or else we have to amputate it."

My ear perks at that, fear rolled over my eyes as i shot to look up at the doctor. But when he met my eyes, he laughed then slightly pat my head. "Just kidding"

This doctor is just.... I mentally slapped myself. Dang he got me.

We heard a low growl emmitting from the man in front of us, just immediately i lowered my head again. I cautiously look down and bit my tongue.

The sky was getting dark when we came back to the room i spent my night in and just as the moment he laid me down, i crawled at the farthest part of the room where i slept last night. As much as i'd wanted to keep myself on his arms, i know i don't deserve it, i don't deserve any of this.

He stalked towards the door hesitantly before deciding to just leave and slam the door with more force. I can't read this man, it's clear as the sky that he hated the hell out of me but he was still attending to my needs.

That night, i closed my eyes to fall asleep but all i see in the darkness is those pleading eyes i refuse to give even the slightest mercy. I take their life like a beast thirsty for blood. I burned them even though some of them are still alive. Just weak but still alive to feel the pain.

For those months, i've been trying to keep my nightmares at bay but i can't so i always ended up exhausted for lacking of sleep. The wolf inside my head might be taking this a lot worse, i imagine seeing those bad memories playing every now and then. I bet he's suffering as well.

'i'm sorry'