Scars

I lean forward, as much as I can without touching him and close my eyes while I answer. I might as well be honest with him, I don’t want to jeopardize this opportunity. “Every time I sleep I dream about the night that man attacked me, I see his glowing red eyes and I swear I can feel it all over again. It’s so.. real.” When I open my eyes again I see he’s taken a step back and his eyes are squinted, as if he’s thinking it over. Then he’s back to looking at all my scars. He reaches forward his thumb is tracing over the claw marks on my shoulder but not in an intimate way, more out of curiosity, “These?” He asks. “Well it’s pretty obvious isn’t it?” I answer a little too honestly. I want to shove the other foot into my mouth but then he smirks and grabs my wrist, which at the moment is up at my face because I instantly covered my mouth once I said that. He takes it away from my mouth and studies my wrist “These?” He runs his other thumb over the scars there. “I always wanted a barbed wire tattoo, turns out it’s not exactly my favourite,” I say. He smirks again and drops my wrist. Then his brows furrow in confusion as he looks at the top of my other shoulder, “Bite mark?” he runs his finger tips over it, “Why didn’t these heal?” He looks at the one by my hip as well. “My wolf says it’s because I was human when I was injured, she could only heal so much, she still tries though, such a perfectionist.” I say but I feel Star roll her eyes in my mind, “I’m trying to help you,” she says. “I know Star, I meant it with love, you should feel that,” I tell her. I come back to the real world and notice he said something and I missed it. “Damn it, I did it again didn’t I?” I ask him. He has such a boyish smile, “You’re going to have to work on that to little wolf,” he says and turns to walk away. “That’s what I’m here for,” I tell him, “and I’m not that little.” Though compared to him, my 5’3 self was pretty tiny. He takes a look around and picks up the bag of charity clothes I was given and tosses it to me. Thanks to Stars’ quickness I catch it easily, “Get changed, your escort will be here for 6am to pick you up and take you to your first training session,” he says then walks out the door.

Okay, that sucked. I just had two men I don’t know scan over all my scars, great I feel so completely revealed. The one thing I really didn’t want anyone to see, but I guess it might of helped me out with the Alpha believing what happened to me. The word “survivor” rang through my thoughts and I know Star is trying to hint it to me without saying it outright. There is something about this Alpha that feels different from the last, which for that I am grateful, but there’s something else. Maybe it’s the mutual feeling that we’ve met before that creates this comfortable banter between us. It’s good to know my natural sarcasm and stubbornness from my human life is still wildly alive along with my ability to literally let words just fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. You’d think having a wolf in your head would help. Star huffs, “I can only do so much.” I laugh out loud as I change into leggings and a long sleeve work out top.