The Broken Werewolves: The Guardian (LBGT+)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dave, My Mate

As I deeply gaze at my mate's unconscious figure, I look back at the times we were talking. Dave's hands are always flying whenever he tells someone a good and exciting story, and his face looks like a Christmas tree, shining brightly, making everyone smile as they listen to the story that Dave's telling them. Even before, when he talked to me, a few days ago, he was telling me about the story on how he got tripped because he was really dancing hard and was trying to make everyone laugh, though he tried really hard, but nobody seemed to laugh at his joke, not until he tripped and fell his butt on the ground. The whole time he was talking, his face scrunched up into different expressions; amazed, sad, and playful. I was watching him intently, my heart fluttering as he spoke. All I noticed was his lips, and how it moved as he talked, almost rambling the story. I so badly wanted to kiss him that day, to devour his lips and I was hoping for him to kiss me back. I always thought how his lips would taste. Would it be soft? Would it perfectly mold against mine? It did. It molded against mine and I was surprised at how soft his lips were. When I kissed him, I wished that he would wake up, just like the ones in the fairy tale; in the Sleeping Beauty story, but this time, it was my mate that was waiting for his prince charming instead of a princess.

The first time I have kissed him when we first brought him to the basement three days ago. Kieran said that he was still alive and we brought him to the infirmary; to Beige so his wounds would be tended as soon as possible. I'd be lying if I say that I wasn't scared at all. No, I was really scared because my mind has been flashing negative thoughts and I couldn't push them away no matter what I did. If I pushed it back, it would continue to hunt me, to put pain in my heart. I couldn't think straight at all. All I knew was that Dave needed me and I needed him.

It was my fault. If it wasn't because of me, if I should have been faster, I would have been able to save him. The memory is still fresh inside my head, flashing and replaying like a broken record. Dave has seen the rogues and he had a frightened expression etched across his face. His body went pale and shaky as he watched the rogues. He ran and I followed him, calling his name. Dave went straight to the wilderness. Since there were a lot of blood everywhere, I couldn't sense my mate at all. I couldn't seen which direction he took when he ran off from the rogues. I went to search for him, frantically. But I couldn't find him, so I decided to go back to the Pack Land. When I got there, Dave was already being attacked by a rogue, and Dave fought the gruesome, blood-hungry creature with all his might, even though he was really scared, looking like he wanted to bolt out as fast as possible, his knees wobbly.

I ran towards the direction of the rogue but the rogue had already attacked Dave, which caused Dave to stumble back and he fell on the ground, head first and ever since then, he was unconscious up to now. I attacked the rogue, almost killing him but I just couldn't ignore my mate, so I let the rogue ran off and hoped that he would be killed in behalf of me and my mate.

"Perry, you need to rest," a voice says behind me and I look over my shoulder to see Marcus leaning on the doorway, arms crossed across his chest as his set his eyes on me with sadness. "You haven't eaten yet. Dave would be mad if he were to see you like this."

"No," I croak, looking back at my mate with teary eyes. I know Marcus is trying to help me with this, but he doesn't understand me at all; the situation. If his mate were in the same condition as Dave is right now, he would be able to understand what I'm going through right now. Dave needs me. Even if I spend my life with staying here beside him every day, every hour, every minute or second, I will do it without giving it a second thought. "Dave needs me. What if he wakes up and I'm not here? I should be the first one he'd see when he wakes up." My heart clenches at the sight of him. His head has a white bandaged wrapped around it and there's an IV set up on his arm. The beep of the machine beside Dave's bed indicates that he's still alive. "I can't lose him, Marcus. I'd die if he..."

"Hey," Marcus rubs my back. He then squeezes my shoulder and looks at me with sad eyes tugged on his lips. He looks at Dave's unconscious figure on the bed and returns the look on me. Marcus's lips quirk into a sad smile. "Dave will be alright. Sooner or later, he will wake up. You just need to wait for it."

Marcus is practically my brother, as well as Cloud. They are the brothers that I've never had and I'm thankful to have them in my life. They are the reason why my life has been very interesting. I stand up, hugging Marcus and telling him how thankful I am to have him as my best friend. I remember when we were kids. Cloud, Marcus and I were playing football on the field of the pack land and the previous Great Alpha and Cloud's father, Calvin Ayan Lylson, had been hit by a ball in his head. The Great Alpha really had this scary look on his face as he approached us and I was so afraid, especially I was the one who kicked the ball and it landed on his head. I was so scared I thought I would pee in my pants but Marcus stood up for me, claiming that he was the one who kicked the ball and that he was sorry, that it would never happen again. Marcus got scolded by the Great Alpha and I was so ashamed of myself, because I even couldn't take the blame. After that, I approached Marcus and told him that he shouldn't have done that for me and he was just shrugging, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Thank you, Marcus," I say, tears beginning to pour out of my eyes, running down across my cheeks and wetting Marcus's shirt of my tears. He continues to rub my back and that helps me to calm myself. "I'm just really scared. I can't lose him. I have plans for us. I want him to be with me. I want to have a future with him."

"Don't worry, Perry, Dave will wake up," Marcus assures me, still rubbing my back as he looks at me, giving me a spark of hope that I'm losing. I can't give up on Dave, especially if he needs me the most. "For now, just eat. I'm not asking you to leave the room. I'm just asking for you to eat, gain some pounds, be healthy, so that when Dave wakes up, he'd be happy to see you looking very good. I will bring a food here for you, your favorite; chicken curry. I'll ask the cooks to make that for you. Okay?"

I nod at Marcus, smiling at him and he turns on his heels, leaving us and probably going straight to the cooks to ask them to cook my favorite chicken curry. I take a seat, holding Dave's hand as I watch his chest rise up and down slowly. I plant a soft kiss on the back of his hand, wishing all over again for him to wake up.

Standing up a bit and hovering on top of him, I lean down and plant my lips on Dave's and fireworks explode inside my heart, releasing a bunch of butterflies that flutter wildly inside my stomach. I slowly shut my eyes, feeling the warmth and soft lips of Dave. I just kiss him, a little longer than intended. This is just to help me believe that Dave will be okay. I'm hoping, once again, for him to wake up when I kiss him, so I stay my lips on his for several seconds. But there's no response. A tear lands on Dave's right cheek and I brush it away using my lips, planting a soft wet kiss on his cheek as I look at his softly shut eyes.

"Dave, I need you," I whisper to him, resting my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent; a combination of sweet apples and peaches. It tickles my nostrils, making me addicted to his scent and I bury my nose deeper in his neck. "Please, wake up."

"Where am I?" Dave asks suddenly, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes.