The Nexus Wolf And Her Fated Mate

AVERY's POV "Easy... easy..." "Her pulse is unstable." "Get another line in." I could clearly hear the voices, although they were as though at a distance. One person was speaking rapidly, another one was issuing orders, and I heard the regular beep of a monitor somewhere nearby.I would have liked to speak. To ask what was going on. But my mouth would not open. My body did not seem a part of me.I raised my eyelids. For a second, I saw white. Ceiling lights. Shadows moving above me. Faces leaned in. Doctors. Academy health experts. Individuals dressed in grey uniforms with the logo of the organization sewing in their collars. They were all around me. One of them noticed my eyes. "She's awake." Another voice, calm but firm. "Stay with us, Avery. Don't fight it." Avery. My name seemed weird to my ears. I attempted to raise my hand, however, it hardly moved. Something was fastened on my wrist. An IV. I swallowed, my throat dry. "What... happened?" I attempted to speak, but it was like a whisper. A woman smiled and said. "Just breathe." I wanted more than that. I needed more than that. But the room tilted. The ceiling blurred. The sound of beeping was extended to a faraway thing and before I could cling there, the blackness sucked me down again. The second time I awoke all was quieter. The bright lights were gone. My eyes were adapting slowly as I blinked. I was in a ward. A dimly lit ward. Gray walls. Curtains half drawn. There were machines next to the bed, whose screens were faintly glowing. The monotonous beep remained, serene and consistent now. My body was weak, but not numb any longer. I attempted to move, rubbing my palm against the bed. I felt pain in my head, and my arm was trembling. "Don't move." The voice was keen yet gentle. I froze. One of the nurses came into sight at the side of the bed. She was probably in her late twenties, young-looking, with heavy eyes and a tablet in her arm. “Don’t move,” she said. “Your system is yet to recover.” "My system..." I repeated, confused. She sighed, a pitiful sound. "Yes. Your nervous system. Your wolves. Everything. But do not worry, all is under control.” That made me more alert. I tried again to sit up. My chest tightened. “Stop,” she said, and held out my hand to push me softly down. “You push too hard, you will crash once again.” Crash. Something turned my stomach at that word. "What happened?" I asked, my voice stronger now. The nurse hesitated. Then she stared me full in the face. “What was the last thing that you remember?” I stared at her. My head was cloudy, and the memory was fragmented. "I was..." I swallowed. “I had been in the mission survey room.” She nodded slightly. "Go on." I took a slow breath. “I was working on the security database of Company- X. The external firewall was even stronger than supposed.” The nurse did not change her expression but tightened the fingers around the tablet. “I had to hack and access the internal access logs,” I said. “The directors requested the records of employees and coded transfers.” I remembered the screen. Lines of code. The pull that I felt in my skull when I got too involved. “I was hacking in,” I said to her. "I was almost through." The nurse waited. "And then..." My brow furrowed. "I heard a sound." "What kind of sound?" I shut my eyes, and attempted to remember it right. "A whirring sound," I said. “Just like, like something spinning round. Not from the computers. Something closer." The lips of the nurse were drawn into a narrow line. "That's all?" “Yes,” I said, getting impatient. "That's the last thing. The noise, and there I awoke up here. She moved her head up and down once, as though she had anticipated that. "Stay here," she said. "Don't move. I'll get the doctor." She turned and walked out before I could ask her another question. The door closed behind her with a tender rustling. A silence fell upon the room. The monitor only kept on beeping steadily. I was lying and looking at the ceiling. My limbs felt heavy. but what I most disliked was what I could not feel. Most of the time, I was able to feel them even when I was tired. Umbra. Nexus. Not voices, not exactly. Rather, an observer to the back of my head. A weight. A pull. My wolves. Now there was nothing. Just emptiness. I found that more frightening than the hospital bed. Minutes passed. Or maybe longer. Time felt strange in here. At last the door was opened again. A white-coated man came in bearing a file. He was older than the nurse, possibly of early forties, with dark hair and an abstracted look. He approached the bed. "Avery Kane," he said. I didn't answer. I just watched him. "I'm Doctor Renn," he continued. There are some questions I would like to ask you. I gave a small nod. “What was the last thing you remembered?” He asked. I almost laughed. "You're asking the same thing the nurse asked few minutes ago." I mumbled. "It's important," he said calmly. I repeated it anyway. "The mission survey room. Company X. I was cracking into the security database. I heard a whirring sound. Then I woke up here." Something was written down by Doctor Renn. I waited. "What's wrong with me?" I asked. His pen paused. “Nothing serious,” he said cautiously. "That's not an answer." He looked up. His face was unreadable. “You have done too much with your capabilities.” Came his exhausted rely. "I've pushed them before." I fired back. "This time was different." He replied, sassily. I stared at him. "Why?" He had not answered at once. Instead he said, “Do you feel dizzy?” "Yes." "Nauseous?" “A little.” "Pain?" "In my head." He was nodding his head, scribbling something down on the notepad in his hand . Then he asked more questions. Basic ones. Heart rate. Vision. Hearing. Sensations in my limbs. I replied to them, and became impatient every second. At last I said, “Doctor, what has happened.” He closed the file. His eyes gave a quick look at the door. Then back to me. “I must bring somebody in,” he said. He walked out before I had time to reply. I lay there, jaw tight. My hands were bent in the blanket. Something was wrong. They weren't telling me. The first to come back was the nurse, standing by the door. Then Doctor Renn came back in. And behind him-- Director Marcus Hale. The head of the organization. The only parental figure I had in my life after my parents died in a war whilst I was a kid. He entered the room slowly, in his dark uniform. His presence bringing birth relief and tension. Both the nurse and the doctor retreated. The eyes of the director Hale fixed on me. "Avery," he said. My throat tightened. "Sir." He brought a chair close to my bed and sat down. He stared at me some time. Not coldly. Not warmly. Just... carefully. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "I'm fine," I said automatically. His mouth twitched slightly. "You always say that." I didn't respond. I couldn't help it. I had to be aware of what was important. “Did we receive the data of Company X?” I asked. The face of director Hale changed, a small smile forming on his lips. "Yes," he said. "We did." "Good." I smiled. He nodded. "Then why am I here?" I managed to ask. His eyes stayed on mine. At which he sat up a little, his voice altering. "We need to talk." My stomach dropped. "What is it?" I asked, already tense. His voice was calm. "It's bad news." I didn't move. He continued. “You know you are blessed with Umbra and Nexus wolves.” I frowned slightly. "Yes." “Presents,” he said, as though to a child. “Unique talents that have favored this organization. They do what no other operative could. To see fragments others can't. To enter the systems that no one can enter. They reveal things that give a glimpse of whats to come.” I listened quietly. I already knew all of this. He kept going anyway. “They assist us in saving the innocent. They assist us in getting rid of the bad eggs of shapeshifters. They make you invaluable." I tightened my hands under the blanket. "Director..." I began. He lifted a hand gently. "But they have limits," he said. I stayed silent. My pulse began to quicken. He leaned forward. His hand reached out. He took mine. His grip was steady. Almost gentle. "Avery," he said softly. My throat felt dry. "What?" He gazed upon me some time. Then, calmly, he said, “Your system has crashed with over use of the nexus and umbra, and both of your wolves are hibernating.”