Falling In love With The Alpha Again

Chapter 2: My Healer

“Calm down, Cara, you can't keep jumping over every little sound.”

I rolled my eyes at her, my heart still pounding. “Really Mia? You called an explosion a little sound?”

“Right, my bad. But what I'm trying to say is that you don't keep feeling like you're under an attack every second you hear a sound.”

I ignored her, my brow furrowed, my ears straining to pick out any sign of danger. Footsteps. Voices. Weapons being drawn. Anything at all.

Being blind and having Mia as my wolf made my other senses to be at high alert. My hearing, my sense of smell, the way I could feel vibrations through the ground.

Mia sighed within me, her voice a soft whisper. “I don't think that's a call of danger, Cara,”

My beating heart wasn't calm yet. “Why do you say so?”

“Think about it Cara, if they've discovered us, do you think they will alert us first with that loud noise? They'd sneak up on us.”

I blinked, realizing what she meant. Slowly, my racing heart calmed down.

I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it immediately. I opened it again and shut it.

Mia sighed again. “You are anxious to go see what caused the loud sound right?”

I nodded my head. She always finds a way to read my mind.

She chuckled. “Alright let's go, I'm curious myself, and I don't even know why.”

I raised my brow at her. This was the first time Mia had sounded anything close to happy since learning of our parents death and tribe annihilation.

I shook my head picking up my bag. My gaze landed on the silver knife sitting on the table. I hesitated for a few seconds before finally reaching out for it and tucking it inside my boot pocket.

I don't know what's out there—if it's an enemy or someone harmless. But I'm certainly not going unprepared.

“Let's go.” I told Mia, my voice steady. Every trace of the earlier fear, gone.

I headed towards the door using my thermal vision—a guidance from Mia since I lost my sight.

You can't even tell I was blind unless I told you so. I don't take cautious steps to check if the ground is safe, I don't use an aid. I don't reach out to feel my way either. I can't see clearly but I can easily make out things. Just that I see them in colors of red, orange, yellow and purple and not in their original appearance.

I got to the explosion scene and my stomach twisted.

It was a plane crash.

Lying at the centre of the crash site, surrounded by twisted metals from the plane, and half-buried under a piece of the fuselage, was a man.

I rushed forward before I could stop myself, my boot crunching through the broken glasses.

I got closer and my breath almost left me.

A long shard of metal had pierced straight through his ribs. Blood soaked his chest. His legs were twisted in an abnormal way. His head, bleeding from multiple impacts.

I crouched low, checking for a pulse. It was there but faint—at least he's still alive.

My eyes scanned him once more—he had lost too much blood and if he's not attended to immediately, he won't survive.

I looked around but couldn't find any other person. Just the mess from the plane crash.

“We can save him right?” I asked Mia. I knew she was a healer, but the condition of this man is so terrible he can only survive by the grace of the moon goddess.

Mia was silent for a while as she stared at the man. Her silence scared me. It was like another person she loves was about to be taken away from her.

My chest tightened immediately, “Mia?”

“Let's take him back Cara, it's not going to be easy but I'll try my best to make sure he survives.”

I bent over to help the stranger but then my hands paused mid air.

“What is it?” Mia asked, her voice filled with worry.

I swallowed hard. “We…we don't even know him. What if he's an enemy. What if it's a trap—a bait.”

“Cara,” her voice was firm. “As a healer, that's not what you should be worried about first. Bring him to safety, make sure he's out of danger, and then you can start thinking about his identity.”

“Besides,” she continued. “He's barely alive, what threat could he pose?”

I nodded my head agreeing with her.

*******

It's been a full day and night of attending to his wounds with Mia’s special healing powers, his external injuries were finally cured—all cuts were closed, all broken and twisted bones fixed and mending. All that remained was for him to rest and gradually recover.

But he should have regained consciousness by now. My brow furrowed in worry as I stared at his still form lying on my bed.

I leaned closer to his face, squinting my eyes if I could make out his clear features despite my thermal vision.

His eyes snapped open.

I gasped and jerked back. My breath caught. My eyes wide open like someone caught doing something wrong.

His eyes lacked focus for a second before settling on my face.

I shifted quickly, creating some distance. “How…” I cleared my throat. My voice sounded weird. “How are you feeling?”

For some unknown reason, my heart was beating so fast.

I noticed he didn't reply me immediately. He was just staring at my face.

My hand instinctively went to my face. Is something wrong? Is there something on my face?

And then he opened his mouth, “Who…” he paused, his voice came out very hoarse. I saw him hold his throat and squint his eyes in pain. “Who… are…”

“Stop trying to speak.” I hurriedly stopped him. He was struggling. “I think the plane crash affected your vocal cords. You might have hit it hard on something.”

“Plane…crash?” He furrowed his brow in confusion like he had no idea what I was talking about.

I stared at him for a long second. “Do you remember how you got here?”

He looked around the room then shook his head.

“I don't mean my room. I meant this mountain. Do you remember coming to this mountain?”

He paused as if thinking, then shook his head again.

I exhaled, and the room fell into a great silence. All that could be heard was the steady beating of our hearts.

Then he spoke again, his voice still rough and scratchy as he stared hard at my face, making my heart take a leap.

“Uhm…” he scratched the back of his head, hesitant and awkward. “I'm…I'm sorry, but I…I can't remember anything…please…who are you again?

His eyes were filled with some kind of expectation I didn't even understand. Who was he expecting me to be?

I opened my mouth to speak but then stopped. I still couldn't sense a wolf in him. I don't even know if he's a werewolf or a human. I can't let him know my true identity.

I stood up clearing my throat and creating more distance between us as I walked towards the table to get him a glass of water, because at this point, my heart was beating faster than it should.

"I'm just a reclusive healer who lives alone on this mountain. I found you half dead down the mountain and brought you back with me to save your life.” I said quickly.

His countenance dropped immediately. “Oh, a healer.”

My chest tightened at those three words. Why did it feel like my answer disappointed him? And why did the word, healer, from his lips suddenly sound bad?

“You're not fully recovered yet,” I said, handing him the glass of water. “I suggest you don't leave yet until you're in a perfect shape to do so.”

Heat crawled up my neck and into my face. Goddess what am I saying? How could I be asking a strange man to stay longer in my room?

“I…uhm…what I'm trying to say—”

“Yes.”

My heart skipped a beat. My head shot up. I found him staring at me with a wide smile on his face like I'd just given him the best gift in the world.

“I'll stay with you, my healer.”