The Broken Werewolves: The Guardian (LBGT+)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Mate Is Awake!

Dave is looking at me with half-lidded eyes, though I can tell confusion is beginning to dawn at him. His eyes begin to roam and as the seconds tick by, his eyes flash with something; nervousness and fear. When he sets his eyes back at me, he pushes me with much force I stumble back, hitting the chair on the side that I have sat on for almost 72 hours. I look at him in shock as he begins to hoist himself up, trying to get the IV away from him and flinching as he does so. I head back to him, almost running as I stop him from taking the IV off his wrist.

"Dave, stop," I say to him, panicking as I calm him down. Dave glares at me with so much suspicion that I'm taken aback at his attitude, but I brush it away as his stare becomes suspicion of my actions. I smile sadly at him, taking a step backwards as I give him space. Perhaps he doesn't want to be near me. I admit, I'm hurt, but if he wants this, then it's okay for me. As long as he's happy.

Dave's look on me is still a look of suspicion, as if I'm the biggest criminal that everyone has been looking for and he's deciding whether to expose me to the police or not. "Who are you? And my name is not Dave, it is Peitho." For a moment, he looks like he just wants to bolt out of the room for what he revealed on me.

My brows furrowed.

Peitho is what he said. I look at him with confusion evident in my eyes and Dave wants nothing but to hide his face in the nearest large object that would hide himself. For a moment, my mind processes what he said, but as the time goes by, a pain overwhelmingly greets my heart. I take a step back, sitting on the chair and looking at him. Tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let my tears pour out. Dave doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember me at all. I search for his face, looking for a sign that he's joking, waiting for him to say that he's only joking and messing with me. But he doesn't. In fact, he just looks at me with nothing but pity.

"Do... Am I supposed to know you?" He asks me, standing up and walking over me, leaning down a bit to look at me in the eyes. For a moment, I see his eyes glow blue, but perhaps my mind's just playing tricks on me. I nod slowly, hoping he would remember me. Dave, I mean Peitho, just looks at the side, his face blank. "May I know your name then?"

"Perry," I say, looking down on my feet, suddenly interested at looking on the floor rather than looking at his face. "Perry Dames."

"Do not be sad," he says, cupping my face. His palm burns on my skin and I feel shiver run down my spine. My eyes pierce with his and I let him see right through me. Dave runs my thumbs on my cheeks, giving me a small and sad smile. "I am sure I would remember you someday. Is this body from Dave's? I have not had a human body since Ean Thomas."

"Wait, you're a... wolf?" I ask him with wide eyes.

Dave, I mean Peitho, nods furiously, grinning from ear to ear at me. "My name is s Peitho! Dave is pushed at the back of my head. He is still unconscious, though. Perhaps I could heal him why I am using his body. How are you related to Dave, if you do not mind?"

I almost say that Dave is my mate but fight against it. If another wolf is using Dave's body, then I should be careful. But still, how come? How did Peitho merge with Dave's body? He said that Dave is pushed at the back of his head, still unconscious. I search for his face again, searching if there are lies but I see nothing. In fact, he sounds very sincere. The way he speaks, he says words with excitement, just like Dave.

"Oh," Dave, I mean Peitho (Damn it!), says. "You are probably wondering why I am in Dave's body. There was a battle happening in the Spirit Realm. When the, um, darkness tried to get me, I fought hard. When, I am assuming, Dave was fighting some creature, I guess he has been transported to Spirit Realm when he got unconscious. At least that is my theory. Continuing, since I could not get out of the Spirit Realm, I used Dave's body to free myself. I do not know how it has been possible, but I am so happy that I am not in the Spirit Realm anymore. It is creepy there. Yuck." He cringes when he mentioned the Spirit Realm, as if he's speaking of a spoiled vegetable that he really doesn't like. Carnivores. He's a carnivores. Why am I thinking of carnivores?

"s**t," I mutter under my breath, scratching the back of my head as I process what Peitho has just said to me. His revelation makes me have a headache, and I can already feel it building up in my head. Sooner or later, I'd have it. "Do you have an idea on when Dave will become conscious?" My tone is hopeful.

Peitho shakes his head, his smile fading as he does so. "I am sorry if I am causing a huge dilemma in your life. I do not mean harm. But I promise that I will do my hardest to heal Dave as hastily as possible. You must miss him so much for you to care hard on him. I wish Ean Thomas, my human conscious, is here. He would know such things. Sadly, we had decided to break the Forbidden Law for our mate rejected us and we could not bear the pain as it was overwhelming and unbearable. I wish Ean Thomas lived life to the fullest, like how I wished for him to do. For my mate, I wished she was happy with the life she chose to live."

My head snaps in his direction, wide eyes as I look at him. He had broken the Forbidden Law as well, just like Kieran. They had been rejected by their mate and it pushed them to break the Forbidden Law. Cloud has done the same thing. He had rejected Kieran and it made Kieran decide to let go of his wolf. It's kind of depressing to think of the reason why your mate rejected you. It's not like you chose him or her to be your mate but rather the Goddess herself. My destiny is close to them. I'm preparing myself for the rejection that might happen in the future. Kieran said to me that Dave's interested in girls and all. 

I really don't think that I'd stand a chance but a guy can hope strongly, right? But even though I'm preparing myself for the rejection, I know that I will never be ready. Perhaps I may die. Perhaps I may not. But all I know is that I'm going to do my best to win Dave's heart. I wish he'd love me not because of the pull but because he fell in love with my everything; good side, bad side, playful side, worst side.

"Is... is Dave your mate?" Peitho asks me, pouting as he scratches his head, obviously awkward. I chuckle, nodding slowly. "Wow. I never thought that it is possible for a male werewolf to have a male mate. I have seen the way you look at Dave, and it made me think that Dave is your mate, and I am right. Forgive me but I really do not know how to deal with this mating thing for I have not experienced any love from my mate before."

Nodding slowly, I give him a small smile. Peitho seems really nice and sincere, so I should not be afraid. Plus, he told me that he would heal Dave as hastily as possible. I wonder how old Peitho is, considering his sentence structure is, like, from 17th century or 16th? I'm glad he doesn't speak like what Shakespeare did. It would give a lot of people a goddamn headache.

"You should take a rest," I say to him. "I'll bring you food if you want to. I'm guessing you haven't eaten for a long time, have you?" Peitho shakes his head furiously, pouting. Peitho looks like a kid, just like Dave. I miss him. "Okay, Peitho. I'll get you food. Just stay here, okay?" He nods so fast that I'm afraid Dave's head would fall but Peitho just grins at me widely. "I'll be back in no time."

The moment I step out of Dave's room and shut the door behind me, I sigh in relief, looking at the long, marbled hallway that seems endless to me. The walls are painted white, just like any other clinics that I have seen. I begin to walk through the endless hallway, shoulders sag down as I think of Dave and our future.