The Alpha And His Powerful Human Doctor

Chapter 2

I turn my body in the direction the rats ran.

Animals, especially rats, run away from the direction near the epicenter. The danger zone, where massive damage will happen.

I take a very deep breath. Gather all the strength in me and push. And thankfully, I move. Not so much, but more than I have been able to do for the last three days.

Then I try again.

Elbows this time. Drag, don’t push. My body resists like dead weight, but I don’t allow it and drag harder, and I start to move.

Every movement of my elbow is all about scraping skin against concrete. Leaving a part of the skin behind.

At this speed, I won't make it.

How long do I have?

I travel back in my mind and try to remember how long it took from the time my wolf started feeling the earthquake to my human body feeling it.

It feels easy to remember the events to calculate the time effectively. I quickly pass through the events in my mind as I keep pushing while calculating time.

I remember that I had just opened my eyes, and so many things were running through my mind.

I was tied to the bed, and my mind was blank, realizing I had not just been kidnapped but passed through a magical boundary separating humans from my world of werewolves, which until that moment, I did not know anyone from either side had crossed.

My mind went blank because it was unheard of for something like this. I had read about the magical boundary and humans in my history books. The same books that talked about the dinosaurs’ existence in my world.

Things that existed before the time we know had a name.

I remember my daze taking approximately twenty seconds or so. Before, a pit in my stomach alerted me to it.

Back then, although I knew the earthquake was coming and I could feel it in my body, it was the last thing on my mind, and that is why I did not get to react and take shelter.

And just then, the first wave, the weaker one, hits the alley. The shock in my body behaves like a switch to me.

The part that I love most about human bodies happens. My brain, deducing that I have three minutes before the alley drops on me, reacts.

Adrenaline floods my body. And it’s not just the broken arms I can move; I am on my legs that I haven’t felt for the last three days.

I am expecting myself to stumble while holding onto the alley wall as I try to save myself, but to my surprise, not only am I not falling on my feet when I stand up.

And my legs are moving faster than I had imagined them to as I run for my life.

Feeling my body running at the speed it is running, I thank the moon goddess for the half shift exercises I used to perform when I worked out back home.

I would let my wolf take over, but not let myself shift into my wolf form and exercise to use my human body to run, but use the control of the wolf in my mind.

After repeated exercises like that for so many years with my human body, my body became strong, too strong, I would say.

Because I was able to take on any wolf. Not a single person in wolf form in my pack, back then, could outrun me in my human body.

I feel that speed now as I run, and it is taking me back to a memory of me running with my wolf.

The muscle memory of my body makes my mind relax because with the speed of my wolf, I could outrun any earthquake, however strong and fast.

And just as I expected, I outrun the earthquake, and I make it out in just a few seconds before the alley collapses completely into rubble behind me.

And at that very moment, the earthquake stops, and so does my body.

I drop onto the floor. As soon as I drop, I see people on their way to me, running up to me while calling out to me. I want to say something to them.

But the adrenaline has left my body. My whole body is shaking. And the pain is on another level. The people bring in a stretcher and keep talking to me.

I see their lips moving, but I am hearing nothing of what they are telling me. They don’t stop talking to me. As they carry me and strap me in.

I feel my mind drifting, and I try with everything in me not to let go. The clear sky as the move me starts to blur. I can’t let go. If I do, my biggest fear might happen.

My biggest fear is my family spending the rest of their lives searching for me with no idea what happened to me.

I lost my mother five years ago. On the day our whole family was seated at the dining table that she had just set up for us, she went to fetch the dessert and never came back.

Six months went by searching for her with no leads or clues on what happened to her. I saw firsthand how the day after day failed searches did to my family. My father and younger brother.

Just like me, she was kidnapped, too. Leaving without saying goodbye to my family, as my mother did, is not something I intend to do.