Chapter 57
My throat felt like sandpaper. I tried to sit up. A thin tube ran from my arm into the wall, and the beeping of the monitor sounded like a slow, angry heartbeat.
“Nothing’s wrong,” the nurse said, flipping through a clipboard. “Your vitals are fine. We can’t find any injury or infection.”
Her words floated around me, empty. My head throbbed, and the pain in my chest felt like a fist crushing my heart. I wanted to scream, but the words got stuck, tangled in the darkness that was growing inside me.
I closed my eyes and tried to reach out to the wolf I had felt when I shifted. I breathed in hard, trying to dig deeper, to find the familiar pulse that would tell me she’s real.
But the more I tried, the more the pain grew. It was as if a heartbreak had split my chest in two, each half pulling in opposite directions. I could feel the wolf’s presence, faint and distant, like a howl swallowed by a storm. My mind shouted, “Come back,” but my body refused to answer.
The door opened with a soft click. Mr. and Mrs. Gable stepped in, their faces worn with worry. Behind them, a small boy clutched a stuffed rabbit, his eyes wide and frightened. My miracle and my reason to live and breathe.
“Mommy?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Are you okay?”
I wanted to smile, to tell him everything would be fine, but the pain surged and stole my voice. My
throat felt raw, and all I could manage was a weak, “I… I’m okay.” The words sounded like a lie even
to myself. I wish he never had to see me like this.
Mrs Gable slipped a hand onto my arm. Her fingers were warm, but they couldn’t chase away the
cold that was seeping into my bones.
“We’re here,” she said. “We’ll stay with you.”
My little’s boy’s eyes filled with tears. He pressed his little hand against mine, and I felt his tiny fingers squeeze, as if trying to hold together the pieces of the broken woman before him.
He is usually a bowl of sunshine always smiling and running around with a big smile on his face but
he looked pale and ashen and I hate it.
I’ve always gone above and beyond to make him happy and I hate this for him. I’m all he has just
like he’s all I have.
A sudden, sharp scream escaped from my throat. It was raw, animal, and it ripped through the quiet room. The Gables gasped, and my son’s face turned as white as the sheet covering my body.
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The monitor beeped louder, as if answering my cry. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, his face
serious but calm. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes flicking over the charts, then he leaned close
enough that I could hear his breath.
“Are you… a werewolf?” he whispered, his voice barely louder than a secret.
My blood froze. Werewolf. The word hung in the air, heavy and terrifying. For six years I had lived as a human, pretending I didn’t know what existed outside in the quiet woods and forest.
In my world, if someone discovered a werewolf, hunters would be sent, men with silver bullets,
dogs that could smell blood, and wolves that would hunt us down.
I stared at the doctor, my heart pounding like a drum in a war. “No,” I whispered back, my voice shaking. “I’m not… I’m human.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. He looked at me with a kind of sorrow that made my skin prickle.
“The pain you’re feeling,” he said slowly, “it isn’t just a physical injury. It’s a call. You’ve been shifted,
yes, but you’re also… incomplete.” He placed a gentle hand on my forearm. “The only way to heal,
to stop this burning, is to find your mate.”
My mind spun. Mate? The word felt like a chain tightening around my throat. I thought of the man
who looked like my son. The one I left behind.
“No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “I can’t… I don’t want that.”
The doctor’s eyes softened, but there was a firmness behind them that I couldn’t ignore. “You
already have met your mate,” he said quietly. “Your body knows it, even if your mind does not. The pain you feel is the bond trying to form, and until it’s complete, the wound will not close.”
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, not just from the pain but from a sudden, terrifying
realization. All this time I had tried to hide who I was, to live a normal life, to protect myself. But the
truth was clawing its way out, raw and unforgiving.
The Gables stood silently, their faces a mix of compassion and fear.
I felt my heart beating faster, as if trying to break free from my ribs. I wanted to run, to flee from the doctor’s words, to disappear yrt again and forget this conversation ever happened.
I swallowed, the ache in my chest tightening like a knot. My voice was barely a whisper, but I managed to speak, ” Please– No.” I tried to beg.
How could I go back. I have done everything I can to build a life for myself away from everything for the past 6 years.
I wasn’t even sure I could do it before Marco. He was a result of a parting gift from the name I love.
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It doesn’t matter that he was conceived on a night of a drunken haze.
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Going back doesn’t just mean losing the last 6 years but also losing my son and I cannot lose him.
Astor is my past and I cannot let it come back to haunt me.
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