Chapter Four-For good or worse

Mia Heather’s POV

The heavy scent of exhaust pipes and leather hit my nostrils as i got up from the hatch that was provided for me to sleep in.

I rubbed my eyes, getting myself to be fully awake and watching the solid flakes fall off from my eyes.

I cried myself to sleep and the migraines i woke up with was thunderous.

“She is awake.”

I heard a little whisper form the side and i looked to the side to see little children around a burning fire.

“Do you think she is hungry?”

“I do not know. We just need to ask her first.”

“Yes we should. We have enough for everyone”

My sense of hearing was dimmer in the morning but i guess the remaining conversation they were having an argument on who was supposed to come and meet me.

One of the pups jolted at me, using his soft fur to touch my skin. She was a hybrid and her fur was grey, lighter in the middle. She had grey eyes and she was beautiful, too beautiful to be a rogue.

He felt warm, like fire to rain.

“Hey ma’am. You look hungry. Do you care for some roasted rabbit?”

“Hmm, that sounds delicious.”

“Come join us!”

She pulled me towards where the rest sat, and helled me get down on my knees.

There was a half burnt rabbit on the stick and it was cooking with different herbs and aromas.

“So what is your name?”

“My name is Mia.”

“Were you also casted out or you were born here?”

It took me a while to understand what what she was saying, but after the click of being in a rogue’s land, it came to me.

Rogues are wolves that were either casted out from their packs or born from casted wolves.

“No sweetie, i am from another Pack. What is your name?”

“Cisar.”

I was about to reply him when a siren started siren and they all scattered.

I just knelt there, confused and watching everyone running helter skelter.

“What is happening? Why is eveyine running around.”

My wolf was alarmed and she was screaming, wanting to understand what was happening.

The grounds were spinning, howls filled the air and i could also hear the screeching siunds of tires on tarred roads.

A he wolf stopped at me, I recognized him from the night before because of his amputated leg.

“Loren is bleeding and dying, we need you help.”

“My help, how?”

“You said you were a healer last night right? You should be able to heal him.”

“I am not a healer yet, i am stil under training. What if i cannot do it?”

“You better erase that thought because Loren’s life is counting on you and we cannot loose Loren, not now. He is our star player.

He held me firmly across his hands and dashed to a more aecluded area, putting me back to my feet and signalling me to get in the motorcycle.

“I have never been on one of these.”

“Just hop on it and hold my waist very tight. There is no helmets here so whatever you do, do not slip out.

Is he fucking serious?

My wolf was about to charge and him but i calmed her down, setting my legs onto the motorcycle.

He started it, putting on the gear speed and taking me on a wild and fast ride.

My fur was springing out, like it wanted to come off my skin and my jaw was spread out from the force that he was using to dash through.

“Can you help him?”

I looked over at the talk wolf with very dark fur that was stained with his own blood.

There was a very deep wound by his side and his eyes were open, those grey eye balls drawing me immensely to him.

This was the first time that i going to treat a wolf without the help of my father and i was engulfed in fear.

Calm down, you can do this. The first thing is to ask what happened.

Moments like this made me wish my wolf was not the opposite of my pessimism.

“What happened to him?”

“We went training for our next hockey game and while training, hos body hit the wall abd a sharp object pierced through his skin.”

One of the biker wolves standing around answered me, his eyes looking so vulnerable.

“Did you remove the sharp object?”

“Can you stop asking so many questions and just help him-“

“Do not rush her!”

Another wolf charged at the one that was trying to get me to start working and his voice was thunderous.

It turned into a little wolf tantrum.

I looked around to search for any herbs i can use to stop the bleeding or any raw leaf i can use as ointment and seeing that i was in a forest, i had a million choices.

“I would need all hands on deck. I would direct everyone on the herb to pick, the root to join and the medicine measurements to combine for me.”

Everyone hurdled and were attentive, but that was not me speaking. It was my wolf taking charge of the situation.

They helped me gather every ingredient i wanted and i was able to stop the bleeding and suture his wound, making him regain consciousness.

“Hey, can you hear me,”

His ears sprung up and he blinked, making everyone shout and dance around overjoyed.

“She did it! She healed Loren!”

The biker wolves were prancing like phos, singing out loud and throwing cartwheels with their bikes.

A wonderful site to behold,indeed..

Loren gently got up, with my hands in his and the he looked around.

“How do you feel now, Loren.”

My voice was low, not to startle him but loud enough for him to hear me and understand me.

“I am fine. You saved me.”

Before i could reply, he held my neck and pulled me closer to him, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me deeply.

I fell in love, again!