The Goddess's Warrior

Chapter 4

Bellona's POV

Beep...

Beep... 

Beep...

Goddess, what the hell is that obnoxious noise?! I try to open my eyes, but to no avail, as they do not even twitch. UGH!

Beep...Beep...Beep

Will someone shut that s**t off!!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

I listen to the noise get faster as my heartbeat picks up, because of my anger. Wait... is that what I think it is? It gradually slows again, once again following the pace of my heart, as I realize it is a heart monitor. All at once, the memories of the attack come back, hitting me like a brick wall. My body jolts up, eyes wide, and heart-pounding as if someone just threw a bucket of ice water on me. I remove myself from the bed when Jeremy walks in.

"Bell! What are you doing?! Lay back down." He pushes me back until I am lying back onto the bed.

"No, Jeremy. I need to check on my grandfather and finish what I started with that rancid rouge." I can hear the coldness in my tone when I speak of the rouge.

"No, you need to rest, your injures are severe. You can do all of that later." He gives me a pointed look, as if that would affect me or change my mind.

"Jeremy, I'm fine. My injuries are not that bad, I am not even sore. So quit your bickering." I state giving him an eye-roll.

"Well, obviously they don't hurt, you're jacked up on pain medicine Bell." Okay, this man has either lost his mind or does not remember the fact we are werewolves, and our healing abilities are amazing.

"No Jer, see?" I unwrap the bandages that are covering my stomach, to reveal perfectly smooth, healed skin. I can hear Jeremy gasp. Wondering what caused this, I look up and see udder disbelief and shock clear in his eyes. Something is not right. My suspicion increases when he raises his head and looks me straight in the eye.

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20 minutes, that's how long Jeremy has been pacing the floor and quietly mumbling to himself. I am starting to think he has completely lost his mind.

"Jeremy seriously, what is up with you?! We are werewolves we have amazing healing abilities. Obviously, I would be healed!" I exasperate, rolling my eyes at him.

"No, Bell! You do not understand you were only out for an hour! No werewolf with the injuries you had would be healed! They would still be unconscious!" He continues pacing the room, running his hands over his face, looking distraught.

"Jer, I have always healed like this! Ask my grandfather he knows! Quit freaking out for Goddess' sake, you're acting like a damn girl!" at this point I'm yelling at him and beyond annoyed. He stops in his tracks and looks at me, I notice his eyes going dark, meaning his wolf is trying to push forward.

"You mean to tell me your grandfather had known about your healing?"

"Well, yeah." I sigh "He knows everything about me" I point out while rolling my eyes.

"He never told anyone?! Bellona, this is not f*****g normal! How can he be so irresponsible?!" He shouts

I can feel my wolf pushing forward. If there is one thing, we do not take kindly to its people talking bad about the people we love. We also dislike people telling us what to do. You see, I am a natural-born alpha, meaning I have alpha blood running through my veins. So anytime we have people command us or speak to us in a demeaning tone, we normally act out another reason we are normally in trouble. Jeremy knows of this, but it seems he has forgotten at this moment which will not end well for him.

"Jeremy. I suggest you fix that tone of yours." I growl.

"Are you kidding me, Bell?! Your grandfather hid this from everyone! It's idiotic!" he yells.

That is all it took, I snapped. In a split second I had Jeremy pinned against the wall by his collar, canines barred.

"You listen to me and listen close!" I demand, my tone cold. "You do NOT talk to me that way, and if I EVER hear you speak ill of my grandfather again, well, let's just say those will be the last words you ever say," I state with conviction. I can feel my alpha aura seeping out into the room as I speak. My wolf is on edge, wanting out to discipline the one who dares speak to us that way. Jeremy notices the internal battle I am having and instantly submits to my powerful aura. I release him, causing him to fall to the ground. I know they will punish me for allowing my aura out, but I could not care less at this moment. Without another word,

"To find my grandfather." I simply reply, but his next words stop me in my tracks.

"You won't find him, Bell." I barely hear Jeremy whisper. My blood ran cold. My mind races and I can feel the dread starting to slowly creep its way through me.

"What do you mean?" I barely heard myself ask, terrified to hear the answer. Thinking Jeremy did not hear me, I raise my head to see him staring at the ground.

"Jeremy, what do you mean?" I ask again, only a little louder, knowing he can hear me. He does not move or make a sound. I ball my hands into fists.

"Tell me!" I demand, but he still refuses to look at me or reply. My entire body shakes with anger and fear. I can feel my nails elongating, effectively digging into my palms.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN JEREMY! NOW!" I roar, causing the entire room to shake. Slowly, Jeremy raises his head, his eyes meet mine and I can see the sadness and pain in them.

"The rouge didn't miss." I almost did not hear it as he spoke so low. My heart stops and it is as if the entire world does with it. All I can do is stare, I cannot hear anything, and my body feels so cold. I am in a complete daze when my body shakes, and it becomes hard to breathe. I was too late. I could not save him. I-I failed. Then I fall back into the comforting darkness. Hoping this is all just a nightmare.