Heart of Yours

Chapter 1

Samika's POV

Even on the way to the hospital, my mind is filled with thoughts. I need to find some way to calm them. It's starting to get out of hand. I don't even know how I'm not already developing severe headaches because of this.

My pack members make way for me as I walk forward. I try smiling at them but fail utterly. Not because I did something wrong. But because I don't know if it was wrong, whatever I did. I don't want to address the elephant in the room now.

Maybe that will be the perfect time to say "That's a story for another day"

I stand before the hospital. I trained myself and cheered myself that I would take baby steps. I was all fine in my head rehearsing again and again about what to talk to him once I got here.

Yet now, standing before the building he is in, I don't know if I have the right words to say. Not like our relationship was so great before the events that happened a couple of hours ago. But at least it wasn't one that's doomed to fail. Now I don't know if we are going to survive this.

I take deep breaths walking in. Brent and Devon are here. In two different rooms. Brent is my brother from another mother, who dramatically came to know that I was a werewolf. He witnessed my first shift and I can only imagine what might be running on his mind when he thinks of me.

And Devon is the love of my life. The one I'd take a bullet for, and the one I'd bury an army for. Whatever I do, I do it to protect him and I know that it's the same for him too. But now things are strained. There's this idiotic knot in the thread of our relationship that wouldn't go no matter what we tried. The voice I constantly hear is not making it any easier for me.

So I mustered up all my courage to walk inside. And the first room I chose was actually Brent's. But now I'm not sure. Because the explanation that I owe him is actually lengthy and takes a lot of time. I have to convince him and make him understand why I hid my identity from him. Even then I still don't know if he will forgive me. I hope he does.

I open the room Devon is in only to find the bed empty. But there are signs that he was there. His scent is still lingering. So it might have been a few minutes since he left.

The door opens again and I see the doctor walk in.

"Alpha, I wasn't expecting you to be here," she smiles as she bows and I smile back at her. The one that I've been smiling all along hoping that it will convince me that things are fine.

"Yes, I'm sorry I came unannounced. Where is Devon, by the way?" I ask her and she looks at me confused.

"He left saying he wanted to see you, actually. And there was nothing to be worried about. He is a werewolf. He will heal faster than one can, since he is Alpha born and Beta ranker," Doctor smiles at me.

I walk out. If he wanted to meet me, but he didn't make it to the pack house then where can he be?

It didn't take me much time to figure out where he could be. I could have taken just a few seconds of time and taken a wild guess, and it would still be right.

The pond. The place that we meet often. There were says Devon even planned an entire picnic over there and surprised me. I remember the pond with lotuses was also the first painting that I painted after coming to this pack. That place holds too many memories for me. And that place is so special. To both Devon and I.

And indeed, I found him there. Staring at the evening sunset. The lotuses are nowhere near blooming. The air is starting to get colder. And the wind is singing a little too loud today.

I stand by his side, and I know he knows I am here. He is a werewolf. I could pick up scent in a great way, so I can only imagine the experience he had. But neither of us says a word.

"Devon -"

"If you are here to talk to me about Brent, forget it. I am not in a mood really," Devon says , cutting me off without me saying more than a word except his name.

"Yeah. Well, good thing then. Because I didn't even talk to him yet," I say and he turns to me finally.

"How impressive it is that Brent being a human gave you a black eye that still hasn't healed," I say and try my best suppressing the smile that wants to come out and make an appearance.

"Oh you'd know," Devon rolls his eyes and that's when I smile. It's like that with Devon.

"So you haven't talked to him yet?" Devon asks me again, and I just nod. I don't know what to say and I certainly don't know the right thing to say.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay first," I whisper. A partial lie.

"Glad. I am so happy I want to tear my shirt off and parade the streets of the pack," Devon says, totally being sarcastic and an ass.

"Why did you even fight with Brent? I thought you always said you liked him and was eager to meet him. So what made you punch him in his face?" I ask Devon, finally talking it out. I didn't even talk to Cass about it. Or anyone else.

"For the record, he was the one who started it. I hit him back because he punched me first. And I see where your priorities now lie, Sam" Devon shakes his head and walks away.

Now what the f**k did I even say? I didn't even pick sides. I just want to know the mere truth on why the two people I love fought with each other. The two people who never met each other up until a few hours ago.

What could possibly be the reason of -

I stop thinking right when it clicks me. As if that's a memory flashing. A memory that I somehow forgot all these months I've been with Devon.

Oh no! This is deep s**t.