August was torn. Part of him wanted to immediately run straight to Black Hole Pack’s Alpha and ask him what he knew about the woman, but he remembered what Sidney had said in the Healing Center and thought that probably wasn’t the best idea. The other part of him wanted to sprint back to the Healing Center and check on the woman. He had to make sure that she was still alive. Even though he’d just gotten a glimpse of her tiny frame, something about her was intriguing in a way he’d never experienced before. Seeing all that she’d been through, how far she’d run, how much blood she’d spilled, all to get away from something so awful she was willing to run into the unknown to flee it, had his heart pounding out of his chest as he made his way back to the village, wanting to see how she was doing.
The other three wolves went on their way to finish their patrol, and August came back into town by himself, letting Beaux know he was back so that his Beta could go on about his business. Only stopping to put his clothes back on, August rushed past pack members who wanted to know what was going on, while quickly assuring them that everything was under control. He reached the Healing Center and braced himself for a second before pushing into the door, his need to know how she was stomping out the fear that maybe she wasn’t okay.
The curtain was closed in front of the bed, but he could sense his mother was still back there, so he stepped over and pulled it open without thinking.
“August!” his mother shouted, pulling a sheet over the naked girl. August had hardly seen anything at all since he had been looking at where he expected his mother to be standing, but he quickly backed away, pulling the curtain closed as his mother continued to shout. “I’m getting her cleaned up! What are you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, Mom! I’m sorry!” he said, feeling his face turning bright red. For a moment he was actually happy the girl was still unconscious or else this would be embarrassing for both of them, instead of just him, even though he had truly seen very little. What he had seen of her petite body was covered in bruises, cuts, and dirt. His mother clearly had just started cleaning her up.
Staying outside of the curtain, August took a deep breath and asked his mother, “How is she?”
“She’s doing better, now that I have an IV started and am giving her some medicine and fluids,” Isabella said. “I think she’s going to pull through, but it may take another day or two for her to come around.”
“You do think she will, though?” August asked, standing outside of the curtain with his hands on his hips.
His mother pulled the curtain open slightly and stepped out to speak to him. Nodding, she said, “I believe so, but it’s hard to say. I’m not sure why she’s unconscious now. While she does have a small gash in her head, I don’t think it’s enough to knock a person out. So it could be exhaustion or it could be the strain of whatever she was running from.”
August took a deep breath and ran his hand along his jaw, thinking. “It looks like she came from Black Hole. She was being pursued, though it looks like they lost her at the stream and went back.”
“Have you got patrols out?” Isabella asked, her face mirroring his concern.
“Yes.” He considered saying more about where he’d sent his Omegas, but he knew he didn’t need to. “There was a lot of blood, Mom.”
“I can see that, judging by the shape she’s in, especially her feet.”
“It just doesn’t make any sense. Why didn’t she shift?”
“I don’t know,” Isabella admitted. She patted August on the shoulder. “Hopefully, she’ll wake up in a day or two, and she’ll be able to answer all of our questions. In the meantime, all we can do is protect our borders, keep treating her, and pray to the Moon Goddess for her strength and wisdom.”
August nodded in agreement, though the last of those options wasn’t something he did quite as often as his mom. Still, thinking about the petite woman lying on the bed behind the curtain, he did say a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess, knowing it couldn’t hurt. He needed her to wake up so he could figure out what was going on, but beyond that, he just needed her to be okay for reasons he couldn’t quite put a finger on, but he felt them just the same.
Voices she did not recognize met her ears well before her eyes would cooperate. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but she knew there were people nearby, at least two of them. One sounded like a woman, kind and caring, something she didn’t have a lot of experience with. The other was a younger person. Maybe a child. Or a teenaged girl? As her mind began to clear, the words became easier to understand.“Let her rest, and hopefully, she’ll be able to tell us something soon,” the older woman was saying.“I’ll change her bandages again in an hour or so,” said the other.Her eyes flickered open, finally, and a bright light filtered through her eyelashes. She wasn’t sure, but this place seemed unfamiliar. But then… everything seemed unfamiliar. Her body didn’t hurt any more, so that was something. Still, wherever her eyes landed, strangeness surrounded her in a way that made her heart rate increase.It was then that the older woman, who was standing at the foot of the bed ne
“You don’t remember anything?” Isabella asked, looking at the girl with an expression of both worry and sadness in her eyes.She lifted a hand to her hair again and noted that it seemed odd that it was so short. Hadn’t she had longer hair? “Uh, no. I don’t remember much of anything. Just….” What did she remember? Flashes of memories flickered through her mind as she thought about what she had been through recently. “Running.” She saw faces, angry ones. Long, sharp teeth. Hands raised and flying in her direction. She remembered the pain, too. Her bones ached. Her feet had been bleeding. She’d remembered urging herself to keep going, to move on as fast as she could go. She just couldn’t remember… why.Isabella sat down on the edge of her bed, next to her knee. “Do you remember anything else, honey?”She closed her eyes, trying to pull something out of the darkness. Her mind felt heavy, like a sponge that had sat so long in a pool of water that it had soaked up everything around it, lock
AugustAugust pushed through the door of the Health Center, coming as soon as his mother had let him know that the girl was awake and talking. He’d been in such a rush to get over to see her, he hadn’t let Isabella tell him much. For some reason he couldn't explain, the urge to see her for himself had compelled him to hang up the phone and jump up from his desk. Now, he did his best to slow his steps as he walked into the room, trying not to look like he was in such a rush, even though his heart was hammering in his chest.The curtain around the bed was pulled back so that as soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes met the large blue ones staring at him from across the room. Her black hair stuck out around her pale face, and an inquisitive expression let him know she wasn’t sure what to think of him. His mother was standing at the foot of the bed, a smile on her face.Words lodged in his throat as he wasn’t sure who to speak to first or what to say. The girl set a bowl and spoon
MercyThe ceiling above her bed was painted bright white, and with the moonlight filtering in through the small window above the door, one that wasn’t covered with curtains, it reflected the light, giving Mercy something to stare at as she lay on her back, alone with her thoughts.She had met the Alpha. August, that was his name. He was handsome and strong, and the moment she saw him, she felt at peace and safe. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. When she’d first met him, she’d heard that word--Alpha--and immediately flipped out. What had caused her to react that way, she wasn’t sure, but there was clearly something buried deep in her mind that made her fear the Alpha.She hadn’t reacted that way when she’d learned that Isabella was the Luna of this pack, but then, she’d known Isabella was kind before she knew her station. Mercy had to wonder how she might’ve reacted if she had heard she was in the presence of the Luna before she knew Isabella was so kind.Her arm was a little sore wher
AugustSitting alone in his office until late in the night, August did some research on surrounding packs, which was difficult because most of the Alphas and their families didn’t post their business on social media for everyone in the world to see. For the most part, shifters tended to keep to themselves, completely cut off from the human world. That being said, there were some younger members of the packs who kept up on that sort of thing. It was a crime punishable by death to post any information to the outside world about the existence of shifters, so no one would be foolish enough to post anything about what they were, but some of the teens and young adults posted pictures of themselves and their friends on social media apps.August turned his computer on and flipped through a few of the apps, looking for pictures that were readily accessible to anyone. Some of them, he searched by hashtags he thought might be relevant to the youth of the surrounding packs. The rest of the world
August“Honey, I know how angry you are, and I don’t blame you. I feel the same way,” Isabella was saying, sitting next to August on the couch in the home they shared together. “But, baby, I have to tell you, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”August was stunned to hear his mother’s words. She’d already said the same thing several times since he’d shown her the pictures he’d found online. While only one of them showed Mercy, the one where she was on her knees in the background, crying, he’d printed that one off along with several others, ones that showed the faces of key players from Black Hole Moon, including the Alpha’s sister, Stephanie, and the Alpha himself, Rider. His plan had been to take the pictures in to Mercy and show them to her to see if it jarred any of her memories.Isabella clearly didn’t think that was a good idea.“Mom, she needs to remember. If she doesn’t remember, we can’t help her,” he explained--again.“No, dear, not right now. That’s not what she needs at al
MercyMercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her shoulder was driving her mad, but every time she went to move it, there was nothing there.“Would you like to watch some television?” Isabella asked, once Mercy was settled in.‘What’s that?” she asked. It seemed like it was something she should’ve known--the way she knew what clothes, food, and showe
August“Mercy? Are you all right?” The sound of the television exploding behind August was alarming, but he was more concerned about the girl in front of him. She was shaking like a leaf, her eyes closed, her face turning pale. “Mercy, please, open your eyes!”“What’s going on?” Isabella demanded as she came into the room.August glanced at her but then returned his gaze to Mercy. “I don’t know. She just…” He shook his head, not sure how to put it. He didn’t want to tell his mom that this was his fault, that he’d jarred this reaction from her when he’d said Black Hole Moon, but he’d have to. Not now, though. Now, they needed to help her.“Mercy, honey, open your eyes,” Isabella said in a calm, soothing voice as she sat on the bed next to the girl, her arms fixed on Mercy’s face. “Look at me. You’re safe. It’s me. Isabella. Look in my eyes, honey.”Slowly, Mercy’s eyes opened, and she looked at Isabella.“Good, good. Take some deep breaths. Try to calm down, sweet girl.” Isabella mimic