Home Sweet Home?

Calypso

2.

Two hours later, I was promptly escorted to a town car. A tall blonde lycan was the one escorting me, I couldn't see his eyes due to sunglasses, but he had a well-defined scar that ran from his left eyebrow, and then below, he was dressed in a suit as he walked beside me. As he opened the door, I turned to tell him thanks as he jabbed a needle into my neck. He cradled me against him as my legs gave out before whispering nothing personal into my ear. 

The last thought that enters my mind before oblivion takes me is that I will make them all pay. I don't often give in to my dark nature, but at this moment, being out of control of my body twice in one day was almost too much for me to bear.

Trying to open my eyes, my eyelids feel like they are being weighted down. The room starts to spin as I try and sit up. "Shh, it's okay your safe." A soft voice tells me while gently pushing me back to lie down before putting a cool cloth over my eyes and forehead. I don't know why, but I was inclined to believe her as my head rested on a very comfortable pillow.

A straw was placed between my lips, and I took a small sip expecting it to be water. I hold back the moan as I realize it is blood. The blood was the best I have ever tasted as I drank more, savoring the taste as a moan escaped my lips. I continued to drink until there was no more, and the straw made a slurping sound as the cup emptied. 

"We received your request for blood, and unfortunately, the blood clinics we have reached out to have all denied it. I organized a blood drive here in the pack, and quite a few people have donated." She stated, which made me panic, my heart beating quickly in my chest. I am feeling a massive panic attack on the horizon.

I haven't ever had lycan blood before. I am unsure if I am supposed to have it or not. It tasted amazing, but I never had the opportunity or knew if there would be any side effects. "I have never drank blood from a lycan before, I don't know if it's safe." My voice was trembling, I sat up, and the cool rag fell onto my lap before I tucked my head between my legs, trying to calm the fear I was currently not in control of.

"Hey! Calypso, look at me." She knelt in front of my legs, gently tugging at my face to make me look her in the eye. She was so beautiful, big kind green eyes framed by long dark lashes, her high cheekbones highlighted by her dark brown, almost black hair. She looked at me with kindness, something I hadn't seen or experienced in many years. "I had the doctor take a sample of my blood and yours. You can accept blood from a lycan. You just cannot give your blood to us."

My gaze never went away from her eyes before I asked, "you're sure?" Trying to steady my racing heart, unable to control the hope slowly blooming in my chest.

"I am positive. You are safe, and I am safe. I need you to repeat that until you believe it. Can you do that for me?" She asked, and I nodded before starting to whisper you are safe, and I am safe until my heart reached back to its usual slow rhythm.

"Thank you," I whisper, ashamed of losing my cool. "What would happen if you had my blood?" I asked curiously.

She gives me a weak smile before slowly standing up. "My blood would mutate to be a hybrid as well. No offense, I do not want that to happen."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, and I wouldn't ever give anyone my blood. "Yeah, I wouldn't want that to happen to you or anyone else. It's not a very glamorous lifestyle I would wish on anyone."

She sighs in relief, "I can sense the truth of your words, which is great. I am Letha, by the way." She smiles and gives a small wave of her hand.

"You taste the truth, don't you?" I question her before shaking my head and forgetting my manners. "Sorry, it's nice to meet you, Letha. I'm Calypso which you already know."

She nods in understanding. Powerful lycans were sometimes blessed with a unique power, and clearly tasting the truth was Letha's. "Yes, it's my gift. I am sure, as you know, sometimes gifts can be a burden, but I have become useful for my brother."

I nod, assuming that her brother is the alpha of this pack of lycans. I am very skeptical of his intentions, but Pebblebrook would have wanted me for a worse reason which I can only guess at. "Your brother is the alpha?"

She looked surprised that I was asking that question, "um, yes, it should have all been in the file that was sent over. Did they not give it to you?"

I could see why this would be confusing to her. "About that... I kind of didn't read it. The only other pack that expressed interest in me was my old pack. There must be a reason they want me back, and it's not because of love."

She sits down on the bed next to me, crossing her legs. "Yeah, no offense, but your grandfather seems like a real asshole. My brother Atlas is the alpha of this pack, and Liam is his right hand, his Beta. You will meet them both tomorrow night. We will have a run to introduce you and your wolf to the pack."

"Dumb question, but whose room am I currently in?" I asked questions about the large king-size bed that I am currently occupying. I feel like Goldilocks as I wait for the three bears to show up, demanding their bed back. Well, in this case, it would be a wolf.

The walls were wooden, and it smelled of pine inside, Black-out curtains accompanied large windows. The only light in the room was from one of the bedside table lamps. I was thankful because being drugged for two days in a row takes a toll on a person.

"Oh! We thought you might be comfortable in a cabin of your own. They are usually for mated couples that don't want to live with the single lycans for more privacy. So this is technically your room now. I filled the closet with clothes that would be close to your size and shoes. If anything doesn't fit, please let me know. Also, some toiletries and makeup I left in the bathroom."

"Sorry if this sounds rude, but why are you being so nice to me?" I asked curiously because this woman had done more for me than anyone else, and I officially knew her for less than an hour.

"I am sorry. I can only imagine how hard life has been for you. My brother wanted me to greet you, thinking it might simultaneously help the pack and you. My gift remember? People have no choice but to believe what I say." She smiled sadly. "Sorry."

"Would you believe it if I said I was relieved to hear that? Maybe a couple of people will be more open to accepting me." I wasn't going to hold my breath, though. Being accepted wasn't something that happened to me. But I will allow for a small bit of hope to bloom.