“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, locking it away where it couldn’t be found again. All she saw were flashes, and each one of them contained an image that made her tremble. Whatever it was she was meant to remember, she didn’t think she wanted to.
Slowly, she shook her head, opening her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember anything.”
Isabella lifted her hand, and she immediately flinched away, causing the older woman to slowly lower her hand. “Oh, honey, I was just going to wipe the tear off of your cheek. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay,” she said, feeling a rush of color flood her face. She swiped at the tear herself.
“Whatever you’ve been through, it must’ve been pretty terrible, sweetheart.”
A nod and a hard swallow was all she could muster as she stared at her folded, scratched up hands in her lap. No words would come to mind, so she didn’t bother to respond.
“Well, you’re here now, and you’re safe,” Isabella reminded her, patting her on the leg through the thin, whit blanket. “You can stay here as long as you like, dear.”
“Thank you.” It was a soft whisper. Anything else would’ve choked in her throat.
“Of course, honey. Think nothing of it. We are just glad you’re here and safe.” Isabella patted her again and let out a small chuckle. “Mercy, though, we’ll have to think of something to call you, sweetheart. We can’t keep calling you, ‘the girl,’ now can we? That just won’t do.”
“Mercy?” she repeated, thinking about what that word meant.
“Oh, it’s just an old saying, something my grandma used to say,” Isabella explained, as if she had been asking why she’d said the word.
She knew what mercy meant. She also knew what it meant not to have mercy, though she couldn’t remember exactly who had been unmerciful. “Mercy,” she repeated. “I think… that’s what you’ve given me. Mercy.”
“Mercy?” Isabella repeated, suddenly realizing what the girl was saying. “That would make a lovely name. Mercy.”
She took a deep breath and settled back a little bit into the thick pillows. Perhaps she had been someone in the past who didn’t deserve mercy, or couldn’t get it, but now, looking around this room, at the care that had been provided for her, at the warm face of the woman sitting next to her, she had a feeling mercy was exactly what she had been granted. “Yes, I think so, too,” she said.
“All right then, Mercy. I will go let the Alpha know that you’re awake.”
That word--Alpha--struck fear in her heart. Mercy’s eyes widened, and her lip began to quiver. “Why?” she asked.
“So he can meet you.”
She took a deep breath and tried to still her pounding heart. Whatever it was about that word, she didn’t like it. She had to trust Isabella, though. If she wanted her to meet this Alpha, he must be the type of person who would show her kindness, or else, she hadn’t found any mercy at all.
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
August“What did you say to that woman?” Isabella asked as they stood outside of the healing center. “Really, August! The television exploded!”“I know, Mother. I was there.” He tried to keep his tone light because he didn’t want to upset her anymore than she already was. Clearly, he was good at upsetting women. “I made a mistake, all right?”“Did you try asking her about her past? You didn’t show her those damn pictures did you?”“No, and no. Not exactly, anyway. On the first one.”“What’s that now?” Isabella folded her hands beneath her bosom and waited for an answer that made sense.August wasn’t sure he had an answer that made sense. “Mom, I just said she’d never have to go back. That’s all!” More or less, that was true. Did his mom really need to know where he’d said Mercy didn’t need to go back to?“That’s all?” she repeated. “Are you sure about that, son? Because that doesn’t seem like the sort of thing a person would say that would make a television explode. I’ve never seen an
The shell of the tell vision on the wall was haunting as Mercy sat in her bed, trying to figure out what had happened. Even after the mess on the floor was cleaned up, her mind wouldn’t stop focusing on how she’d made the tell vision do that--and why.Black Hole Moon--those were the words that Alpha August had said. They’d made her lose control. She didn’t know why. When she tried to remember what those words meant, nothing came to mind. She wasn’t even sure what a blackhole was.She did know what the moon was, though. She didn’t have a lot of memories, but she could remember a window, similar to the one near her bed now, with a large, glowing orb situated right outside of it, so large and bright… it was the only thing that made her feel calm, made her feel connected to the rest of the world.But that was it. She couldn’t even remember where that room was or why she was in it.Cleo came in from one of the other rooms, walking slowly, as if she was afraid she might say something to mak