Rejected Obsidian Lycan

Chapter Five: History again?

Varek's pov.

“Thank you for letting her stay,” Sarah mentioned as we both stood behind the healer who had been working on her for a few hours now.

Crossing my hands over my chest, “once she wakes up, she's out of here,” I responded, glaring at the girl who had been cleaned up now.

Her pale skin glistened under the fading light of the sun.

The only reason I let her stay was because of Sarah and elder Stewart, and nothing else. I had no pity for her, her people had no pity on mine either.

“When is she going to wake up?” I questioned the healer who had been working tirelessly, while he cleaned her up with a wet cloth.

Mark sighed, “She was hurt pretty badly, lost a lot of blood, for some reason she still hasn't healed herself, I really don't know when she would wake up,” his voice soft and somber, echoes of pity hidden in them.

I didn't like this, if anything, I hated it, he continued after wiping her face off, proceeded to wrap a bandage around her eyes and I frowned.

“She's a werewolf, she should have healed if she was still alive,” I pointed out. Everything about this felt like a trap.

Mark responded with his focus solely on the girl, “Yes but the damage was severe, who would do such a thing like this? Her eyes were clawed at, they wanted her dead,” he continued, “The bruise all around her body, broken fractures, ribs and torn skin,”

“Yes werewolves had a fast regenerative ability but there's also a limit it can go,”

Sarah added, “she looks so malnourished,”

This only meant she would be here for longer than necessary. I was beginning to think I had made a mistake by keeping her here.

She had delayed us from packing up and moving, Sarah had told me the whole thing and I realised we might have been far off the outskirts of the crimson blood pack, but we were still too close for my liking.

“Kyle, double the security tonight, we need a tight watch,” I ordered to which Kyle, a former warrior, nodded and retreated.

Sarah gazed at me from the corner of my eyes, “This is all on you, if anything happened tonight,” I remembered before walking away, not before glaring at the girl on the ground.

Whoever or whatever did this to her, if it was a rouge, they were still out there.

I sucked in a deep breath before releasing it, closing my eyes briefly and the images of the attack on the Ashgrove pack flashed in my mind. The bloodshed.

She reminded me of all of that.

All night, I contemplated whether this was a good idea at all when elder Stewart walked up to me, “You worry too much Varek,”

I scoffed, “And you don't worry at all,” I retorted, crossing my hands over my shoulders with my eyes glued to the treelines.

The camp was just further behind me, my people, I was right to worry, “You are meant to be my council Stewart, is this truly the right decision?”

Elder Stewart sighed, “She's only a little girl, what do you think?”

I pressed my lips in a firm line and closed my eyes forcing myself not to groan, “Little girls can also be used as a bait, it doesn't matter the age, the days are darker than the olden age,”

Explain further of everything that could possibly go wrong with this, how this can all be a trap, used to keep us here just for the opportunity to strike.

“We don't have an army to take on any attacks, most of our members or women and children and you know this,” I sighed as it was taking a toll on me just thinking of how much danger I was putting them in.

Elder Stewart chuckled, “I don't blame you for being cautious, it's what a leader should be, but a leader should also be wise……as well as compassionate,”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes. Our conversation was cut short when a howl pierced the air and I drew my claws out at alert, sharing a look with Stewart.

The howl was too close for my liking and my first thought was that this was a trap and they were about to attack.

“We need to round up anyone that can fight to be prepared, that includes the women, save for the kids,” I instructed before bolting towards the edge where Kyle and another warrior should be.

My fury increased, tension rising in the air as I made my way to the edge, flashes of death in my mind.

Was our history about to repeat itself?

Were we never destined to be a pack?

Why do we always have to fight for our lives just because we are small and weak?

There was a lot that we could do if given the chance.

Someone calls out to me, Sarah's voice very distinct which halts me in my tracks, “What is it? We might be under attack,”

We stared at each other for longer than was necessary, “It's the girl, she's awake,”

I contemplated between going to the front lines or heading back with Sarah but I knew my answer.

Sarah informs that the girl hasn't said anything yet and Mark was about to take off the bandages before she had rushed to get me.

Something deep inside anticipated what she would say, what she would sound like. Kyle and Fred would have to hold the front if we were attacked, the others would have to stand back up, protect the old and the young as much as possible.

My fists were bawled as we entered the clearing, spotting Mark taking off the bandages off her eyes slowly.

Once I had approved them, the bandages were completely off and her features threw me off guard and I found myself speechless for a second.

Delicate and fragile like she could break any second, however, pale skin, long black hair that was let loose around her. Her eyes were still damaged and reddened and I felt a slight strain in my heart at this, pushing it to the back of my mind.

I hardened my heart as I caught a glimpse of the Crimson blood mark again.

Taking everyone off guard, even myself.

“You need to leave?” I growled but in the next second, regretted it and began questioning if I was truly a leader.