The Brown eyed Beta

Hannah

"When do you think she will come through?" A female voice asked, a bit concerned and I wondered who it was. I've never been shown that kind of concern with my mother being an exception.

"I don't really know, it's only been a few hours after the surgery, it all depends on her though, she's a werewolf, we shouldn't be too worried. I don't know how long she's been out there though." A male voice answered, this one sounded closer to me than the latter.

"Who would do such a thing like this? They could have killed her." The first voice queried, concern evident in her voice.

"Maybe that was their intention in the first place." The one closer to me said softly, with a sad voice. "It's a miracle that they found her in time, if not I don't think we would have helped her."

"I pray she comes through though, no one deserves to be treated this way, no matter the crime." The lady said.

"Oh she will, this one's a fighter." The man assured me.

They continued to converse about other things which I didn't pay attention to when the first voice suggested leaving.

"Okay, I will see you another time, I have a patient I need to attend to." The lady said her goodbye before leaving.

Footsteps sounded out until they slowly faded away.

I cracked my eyes open slowly, wincing at the pain. I closed them back when I tried lifting my arms to block the sunlight but to no avail, the pain was too much.

The person in the room must have noticed my struggle. "Oh dear, hold on a second." As he said this, I felt the light dim a little from my closed eyelids.

Once my eyes were fully open, I noticed a man in white apparel hovering over me, his facial expression, frantic as he moved around me.

"Denise? Inform the beta that she's awake now, hurry!" He ordered.

"You're finally awake! Thank the goddess."

I laid there as he worked on me, checking my vitals, ticking stuff off his clipboard before he began to speak to me.

"Hello, hi dear, my name is Doctor Riley." He introduced himself. I took a look at him, he seemed to be a bit old, maybe in his early fifties or so. He was bald and dressed in white coat as well.

Ignoring him while I took a subtle glance around me, taking in the room I was currently being held in.

The walls were stripped blue and white, a few cabinets, other than those and the bed that I laid in, the room was simple. Finally rounding up on my body.

I tried screaming, but no sounds came out, all I could feel was pain in my throat as I realized the state I was currently in.

My right leg was bandaged and hung slightly in the air, as well as the rest of my body. I felt the bandages on my head as well and I couldn't help the tears that began to roll down my eyes.

I started thrashing around, why me? Why didn't I just die? What have I ever done to this world to make me this way?

The doctor tried to calm me down but he found out he couldn't.

"I need help here!" He called out. Two nurses dressed in blue scrubs rushed in. "Help pin her down befores she hurts herself even more," he ordered.

I continued to thrash and move until I had no strength left, the pains intensified and all I could wish for was death. I couldn't live like this, I didn't want to.

The two nurses finally let me go. They lingered for a few minutes, thinking I'd start up again, when it never came the doctor excused them, and they left.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay," the doctor began to persuade me. "You will heal and we'll get rid of the bandages in no time, okay?"

I could only stare at him as I could not speak. What's the point of healing and living when there is nothing to live for. This was particularly so when I saw the cuffs that chained me to the bed. I must have not noticed it, being too preoccupied with my current health.

"From one prison to another." I thought.

The doctor followed my vision before he spoke. "Beta's orders, I'm sorry about them but he doesn't want to take any measures apparently."

There was no end to it, the constant torture, made me feel less of a werewolf, not like I was one anyway.

After a few minutes of silence, the doctor began to speak again.

"What's your name?" He asked to which I did not respond and so he continued.

"Where are you from? Who did this to you?" A barrage of questions thrown at me, to which I ignored.

The Doctor sighed as he realized he wasn't going to be getting answers from me, either because I didn't know how to answer or I couldn't speak to answer.

He resigned to sitting beside me on a stool as he continued to check his clipboard.

I took this opportunity of silence that fell in the room to recall what had happened. My brothers had beaten me mercilessly and then threw my body over the cliff. I should be dead, so why am I not? I continued to think to myself when I suddenly heard the doctor exclaim.

"Beta Tyrell! You're finally here." The doctor walked up to the man at the door.

The man 'Tyrell' was a tall, dark skinned Caucasian looking man, low cut hair, a light stubble which framed his face, he had light brown eyes that didn't need the sun to shine. He was dressed in suit pants and a shirt.

Both he and the doctor were whispering in the corner to which I only picked up a few words from their conversation, like cried, space, speaking which didn't make sense to me.

The beta kept glancing at me once in a while as the doctor filled him in until finally their conversation came to an end.

The doctor and the beta walked further into the room coming closer to me, viewing me like some spectacle on display.

"Who are you and why are you here?" The beta asked. His voice was low and threatening. I couldn't help but shrink into myself as I felt a bit of fear in me. He reminded me of my time in Ravens fall pack.

I was a bit thrown off by this but he didn't seem to notice, or probably he didn't care.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I tried to speak but nothing came out and this probably made him angry from being ignored.

I couldn't help it as I shook within me and chanted a mantra of how he was going to beat me to a pulp, kill me and throw me out just like my previous pack did.

"I don't think it's necessary to get angry, Beta Jackson. As I said before, I don't think she's capable of speech or maybe she's just scared because we've gone over a general check up, but I don't know why she can't speak." The doctor intervened.

Taking a whiff of the air. "She's a werewolf, how come she's not healed yet, maybe she's just pretending." The beta continued as he drew closer to me, his breath fanned my face, I could smell the sweat on him. He must have rushed in when they informed him I was awake.

"I don't think someone who sustained such injuries would pretend sir," the doctor suggested. "Besides she's in an unknown territory, she's bound to be scared."

"You never know the length people would take to get what they want," Tyrell muttered in my face before he drew back and asked, "Where are the guys that found her? Bring them to me." His voice was still low but filled with authority.

"Yes beta," the doctor excused himself to pass on the order.

I was left alone with the mysterious Beta. The silence stretched on as he continued to observe me. There was no expression on his face, just a blank stare, but watchful.

This dragged on until the Doctor returned with two individuals that were new to me as well. It was a boy and a girl, they looked to be around my age.

The boy was lean built, with hair reaching just above his eyes, he was tall, especially standing close to the girl.

The girl was also looking fit, black hair braided into two which fell on either sides of her shoulder. She was relatively short, but maybe that was because she stood next to the boy as well.

The beta who hadn't taken his eyes from me now turned towards the new arrivals and asked, "What happened?"

Both were at attention when the beta faced them when the boy began to speak. "Sir we were patrolling that border close to the river when Dora wanted to take a….. short….. break," he said as he blushed a little. "When I heard her call out to me to come quickly. I went over and she was pulling someone out of the water." As he said this he looked towards me.

"She was badly injured and it looked like she'd been in the water for a while, I pulled her out and checked her pulse, she was still alive so we decided to bring her in, that was when Shane mind linked you." The girl named Cleo finished.

"What direction was she floating from?" Tyrell asked, his tone still hard.

"From the North, sir." Shane answered. This happens to anger Tyrell for some reason which scared both of them, me as well.

"And what pack lies in the direction of the North?" He asked, his voice had dipped a bit lower.

"Uhmm . . . . that would be the . . . . .Raven . . . . falls . . . . .pack," Shane answered nervously, his voice slowly reduced as he spoke acknowledging what the alpha might have pointed out.

"And what did you do after you brought a stranger onto our pack lands?" Tyrell continued his interrogation.

"We . . . . waited . . . . . outside in case they needed anything." Her voice was so low I couldn't catch it.

They both look dejected, like they have done something wrong.

"Oh, so you left your post at the border?

Open and vulnerable? Without asking for a shift? Bringing some unknown stranger into the pack lands? Who just so happened to float from the direction of one of the most ruthless Alphas and our rivals and you're telling me?" The Beta recounted all their mistakes which I now understood why they looked dejected.

"This might have just been a plot, a distraction to get you out of your post in order to invade our pack, do I have to explain this to you?" He was livid.

It was all my fault they were being scolded now.

"Get out, back to your post and wait for your shift to be over, maybe then you can get in with a punishment. Pray tell there isn't already an invasion or I'll have both your heads in a spike." He concluded. The both of them scurried away as fast as they could.

After they were gone, Tyrell turned back to me, this time his eyes were full of suspicion and anger when he asked, "Who exactly are you and what is your plan here? What are you aiming at coming like this?" He was addressing my wounded body.

I tried to speak, wanting to assure him that this wasn't a plot or some scheme to invade his pack but my own misfortune and fate, still no words came out.

Or maybe it was, but I wouldn't know that. I was always a pawn in people's game, I wouldn't be surprised if my pack were to think up something like this.

"You're not going to answer? Well then I guess a few doses of wolfsbane would do the trick."

"But sir? That would kill her" the doctor voiced out.

"Well, that won't be too bad now, would it?"