Relive

03 

The realization struck Rebecca like lightning, lighting up the entire scene in a new, terrifying light. A terrible feeling of foreboding crept through her bones, as memories of the same scene flooded her mind. She knew exactly what was coming.

"Kenziel...!" Rebecca cried, her voice strangled with fear that also reflected on her face. "We have to get out of here!"

But it was too late. Just as the words left her lips, the chandelier gave one last violent shake and came crashing down.

Shards of glass and metal showered the room in a deadly rain. Rebecca shielded her eyes, but it was Kenziel who leapt into action, scooping her into his arms and running for the exit. The world around them was a blur of panic and chaos as the other people scrambled to safety.

Once outside, Rebecca collapsed into Kenziel’s arms, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding — she dreaded what would have happened if the chandelier had fallen on her.

Would she had died again? This time for real? It was a narrow escape just like how she remembered it — but...

"Your arm is bleeding, Rebecca." Kenziel's voice came up, snapping Rebecca off her train thoughts. "I need to get you to the physician."

Rebecca slowly stared down at her hand, her eyes fixated on her bleeding arm. Surprisingly, it was after Kenziel's words she realized the hot fluid that was dripping down her hands and the sharp pains from a few inches away from her left shoulders.

The realization that she'd escaped death's clutches sent a shudder through Rebecca’s body. Her breath came in short gasps, and Kenziel’s voice only served to punctuate her shock.

As he guided her towards the pack's infirmary, the chaos of the situation slowly faded away, replaced by a calm, eerie silence. Rebecca’s mind swirled with thoughts and memories, struggling to make sense of what was happening.

Had she truly died and come back to life? Was she experiencing some sort of time loop? Is she over thinking everything?

Kenziel helped Rebecca sit, before facing the physician, his gaze hard with a stoic expression on his face. The physician's brows was raised slightly, even without saying a word, Kenziel understood his reaction.

"My Luna is hurt, Herzl..." Kenziel stated simply. "I wouldn't call it minor because she's bleeding profusely which I don't find normal."

The physician, whose name turns out to be Herzl, stood from his seat behind the large desk and walked towards Rebecca. He lean a bit towards her, staring down at her injured arm.

Lines were visible on Herzl's forehead, alarming Kenziel. "What's wrong?" He queried, impatient smeared in his voice. "Why isn't she healing?"

The atmosphere in the infirmary was thick with tension, the silence punctured only by the occasional sound of Herzl’s movements. The lines on his forehead deepened, and Kenziel’s impatience grew as he awaited an explanation.

"There’s something...strange about this injury." Herzl finally spoke, his voice quiet but weighted with concern. "She is bleeding more than a werewolf should. I’m not sure why her regeneration isn’t working properly, but it may be because her wolf is new."

Kenziel’s heart sank at Herzl’s explanation. The thought of Rebecca's vulnerability weighed heavily on him. He paced the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "There must be something we can do." He muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "We can't just let her bleed like this."

Herzl's expression was grave. "Kenziel, this is a delicate situation. Rebecca is our Luna. We must ensure her safety and well-being at all costs. But I fear that rushing a solution might do more harm than good."

"So, what should we do?" Kenziel wasn't the type who is patient — his patience already wearing thin. "Do something, Herzl. There must be something, you've been on this field for a decade!"

"I know, Ken..." Herzl nodded, his voice formal. "Let me get my tools, there's a shard of glass stuck in the wound."

Kenziel's face crumpled down into a deep frown. "It's been more than two minutes since we've arrived here, but you left that in her wound till now?" He muttered, a low growled escaped his lips. "When did you turn incompetent?"

Herzl recoiled as though Kenziel had physically struck him.

"My apologies, Kenziel." He said, his voice strained. "I assure you, I had to determine the exact nature of the injury before attempting to remove the glass. I wanted to make sure that I didn't cause any additional damage."

Kenziel remained unmoved, his expression as hard as stone. "You know Rebecca more than I do, you should know better than to leave her in pain!" He half yelled at Herzl.

Herzl flinched slightly, no matter how much years he's spent with Kenziel, he can never get used to his sudden change of emotions.

The tension in the room was noticeable, with Herzl remaining silent, seemingly unsure of what to say in response — not wanting to piss Kenziel off further. Kenziel took a step towards the latter, his voice low and menacing.

"Fix this, Herzl..." Kenziel growled, his eyes glittering with rage. "— and make sure that she doesn't suffer any more than she has to."

Herzl nodded, his hands trembling slightly. "I'll do my best, Kenziel." He turned away, busying himself with preparing the necessary tools and bandages, his movements precise but also hesitant.

Rebecca, on the other hand, only watched in silence, she know better than meddle in their affairs. They've been friends since childhood, including the pack's beta, Rebecca's brother.

As Herzl worked on Rebecca’s arm with a steady hand, Kenziel’s gaze never left her face. His anger, while still present, was tempered by the concern in his eyes.

"Are you all right, Rebecca?" He asked, the hint of a gentler tone in his voice. "You look pale."

Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded, her own eyes still fixed on Herzl’s hands. "I’ll be fine, Ken..." She responded simply.

Herzl had removed the glass from her wound, as he carefully disposed of the glass, Kenziel continued to watch Rebecca closely.