Chapter 3: grey eyes.
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Nothing.
There’s nothing in my head. Just deep darkness. I can’t imagine anything. Slowly peeling my eyes open i look around and feel weakness. What is this place?? Why am I on this bed?
What is that smell? What is going on??
“Hey there. You’re awake I see. Thanks to the goddess herself. I wasn’t so sure you were going to make it at first but after the fever broke the first night you were definitely going to pull through. You are a strong girl.” The woman says pulling a damp towel and using it to mop the top of my head softly.
“Oh.” That’s all I say before I start coughing.
“Oh wait let me get you some water. Your throat must be parched.” She says.
She hurries and grabs the pitcher on the table beside my bed and pours me a glass of water.
She holds it to my lips and tilts my head so it can go smoothly down my throat. The cold liquid goes down my throat in a blissful trickle. I love it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” I whisper to her.
“You’re welcome.” She says as she drops the cup gently on the table again a small walks to the door to check outside. She says something to someone and comes back inside.
“So, do you remember anything and how you got here?” She asks watching me.
I swallow and think .
I come up blank. I don’t remember anything. My head is blank and there is literally nothingness.
“I... I do.. don’t.” I tell her softly.
“I don’t remember anything.” I say again. Panic fills me up. I don’t remember how I got here. What I am doing here? How did I get here.
I look at my full body. I am wearing this pale blue clothe. It is like a gown but under it I have what I think is flannel pants on.
Who dressed me? These are not my clothes... I think... I am not so sure. What was I wearing? The look clean and big on me so they might not be my clothes. I am not sure of anything. What am I doing here?
The kind old lady.... I don’t know who she is... shouldn’t I know who she is??
What is going on with me??
Omigod.
“You need to calm down.” I hear above me as she calmly pushes me to the bed and grabs a needle .
“What are ? What are you doing with that?” I ask her gasping for breathe.
“You are panicking and your heart rate is going off the charts. This will not knock you out. Just relax you a bit. We can’t have you unconscious. The Alpha will come by soon to ask you some questions.” She says as she inserts the needle in my arm and presses.
“The Alpha is coming.... is coming to see me?” I ask her.
“Yes. He is. You know who an Alpha is right? Our leader.” She explains.
When I don’t reply her immediately she says nothing.
“I could have sworn you are one of us.” She says.
“I am a wolf. I don’t know how I know that..... aren’t we all.” I tell her yawning because the d**g is kicking in.
“Okay dear. I just want you to rest okay? You really don’t remember anything?” She asks looking at me with sympathy.
“I don’t know. I can’t.... I really can’t remember anything. I am trying but...... it is just so dark.” I tell her.
“Don’t stress it. They will all come back to you. Mig be gradually. Relax and just breathe okay?” She says to me.
“Yes. I understand.” I smile because I am very lax and relaxed. It must be the d**g she injected in me.
She moves a couple of things around as I stay there watching her. There is a knock on the door and she moves to open it up.
“Oh the Alpha is here already.” She says as she leaves the room.
I am left here alone looking at the walls thinking to myself, how did I get here? How can I feel so much blankness and what in the hell happened to me because it makes no sense to me right now.
The door opens and I feel something crawl up my spine and a tingle move from the base of my skull to the tips of my toes. I brace myself like something is about to happen to me and I just have to steady myself.
Before he even steps inside the room I can feel the power emanate from the door way. He must be extremely powerful because such insane amount of energy can only come from people who are strong.
He steps into the room but he is not alone. My eyes start from his legs. Strong legs. They are encased in pants. Leather pants. Why is he wearing leather pants? That’s what my head says.
It trails up to his hands that are clasped by his sides. Thick, long and big hands. They are like triple the size of mine. They look like they can crush stuff.
He is really tall, my eyes keep trailing up from his muscular wide chest and broad shoulders, firm full lips that are caught in a no nonsense tight smile and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
Swirling grey eyes with honey brown rings around them. The honey brown rings seem to be glowing in the dark. What is going on? Why are they glowing?
He has a scar that is not so long but it is visible. It runs from the top of his left eye lid to the top of his chin. It looks savage but not so badly scared. It must have hurt a lot. I feel the urge to run my fingers over it and make it feel better. Take away his pain.
Those grey eyes pin me down and don’t lift. I see distrust and caution before his eyes are blank of any emotions.
Why would he be distrustful of me? Does me know who I am? Can he help me?
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