“What happened after that?” Mae asks, stroking my hair with gentle hands.
“I passed out a few minutes later. I had started hyperventilating and with the smoke I had no chance. My mother found me after that.” I reply.
“I’m so sorry, Rolan. I know that must have been very hard on you but...” Mae pauses for a second, “...but it doesn’t excuse your behaviour towards me. I know that you’re angry about what happened and that having...sex makes it feel better but there are other ways you could have dealt with your grief.”
Mae’s words cut through me like a knife, slicing deep into my bones. “I know. Does that mean that you don’t want me by you?” I brace myself for the inevitable rejection. Blake does too, burying himself deep in my mind, whimpering like a weak wolf.
“Well...no.” Her words are unsure, thumbs twiddling in nervousness, ” but I’m not just going to forgive you either.” I go to kiss her, estatic that she’s hasn’t full out rejected me but she stops me, her hands placed firmly on my shoulders.
“What I’m saying is that we can be friends, exclusive friends and by that I mean we stay in touch with each other,get to know the other before we dive in to a relationship and not date anyone else for a couple months to see how things go. Ok?” I nod and Blake howls gratefully in my head at our mate.
“You need to get your emotions dealt with though, Rolan. Talk to someone, anyone. Don’t just bottle it up or distract yourself with other ‘things’. Please get some help, I do care about you Rolan and I don’t like to see you hurting.” Mae says
“Ok.” Both my skin and fur side revel in her words. She cares about me, us. I’ll never stop proving my love to her, never.
“Would you agree to a Bindium des Soulus?” The confusion in my mates face is adorable, her cheeks and mouth moving into a pout.
“A what?” She asks.
“It means binding of the souls.” I explain. Her eyes widen in terror and the slight smell of fear can be scented in the room,causing me to laugh lightly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as frightening as it sounds.” She visibly relaxes.
“It’s when two souls, or us, verbally declare that they will belong to the other. There’s a three day feast with the pack and on the first evening the pair say promises to the other infront of a crowd. There’s nothing much else to it other than that. It’s my way of giving you something to ensure that you’re the only one.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask.” I say, pressing a light kiss to the back of her knuckles.
A small flat screen t.v is on the wall but I pay no mind to it. Instead I’ve spent the last ten minutes staring at the plain white walls of my hospital room, just staring at the small cabinet on the side with a bunch of flowers on top and out the windows at the trees. Rolan sleeps peacefully, head resting on my lap, light snores coming from his mouth. He whines from time to time and growls in his sleep and every time I brush my hand against his cheek his nose twitches. It’s kind of cute. It almost makes me want to just wrap him in my arms and never let go.
A knock on the door disturbs our peace.
“Come in.” I shout as loudly as possible, my throat still burning. The door opens slowly and in walks Mr Clarke. I recoil slightly remembering that the last time I was in his presence he wasn’t quite fond of me.
“Relax yourself, little one.” He says as he walks into the room. “I mean you no harm.” I still watch him warily as he stands at the foot of the hospital bed.
“I wanted to apologise for my actions earlier. It was wrong of me to say those things and I am sorry.” His voice sound strained, almost as if it’s hard for him to say however I can feel the sincerity of his words. “I didn’t take into account that you have been pulled into our world and that you’ve been through a lot recently. Truly, I am sorry.”
“It’s alright.” I say, avoiding his intense gaze as much as possible.
“You’ve helped my son a lot,” Mr Clarke says suddenly, “He , he was never the same after the incident. I assume he told you.” I nod and stay silent, waiting for him to continue. “But now, he’s happy. And I thank you for that, for bringing my son back.“I look down at a sleeping Rolan and smile slightly, feeling my heart clench with happiness and warmth.
Mr Clarke places a firm hand on my shoulder, gaining my attention. “I’m glad to have you as my daughter.”
He leaves after that which I’m grateful for because I want to cry. Why do I feel so wanted by this family when I’ve been caused so much stress by them? It just doesn’t make sense. To be honest, none of this makes sense. They are supernatural creatures. Magic exists. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. They all exist. It seems only now everything has started to sink into my brain.
Yes this is a really short chapter but I wanted to update since I haven’t updated the story for a while.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! The next chapter will be out soon.