I’m trying to process what I’ve just witnessed and I can’t make sense of it all. The doctor keeps asking me questions about how I’m feeling and a bunch of other stuff that I can’t even understand. All I can hear is his muffled voice. I just saw Storm turn into a really huge black dog and killed three other huge dogs that were attacking us. Wait, are they dogs or wolves? How does that even make any sense? This isn’t Twilight or The Vampire Diaries, this is real life for Pete’s sake! I’m so confused and I don’t know what to think anymore.
“Clean your bite wound with these at least three times a day until it heals and wrap it well,” the doctor said handing me a few bottles. I was still too shocked to reply with words, so I just nodded, took the bag of bottles, and walked out of his office like the living dead. Storm stood up when he saw us come out and immediately walked to us. I sat on the bench still trying to think about what happened while they discussed things in hushed tones.
At one point, Storm raked his hands through his hair looking angry and agitated. I'm supposed to be really really scared of him right now, but it just stopped being that way soon after we drove away from the lake. I remember saying that I was afraid of him when he asked if I was cold or that, but I may have said that out of spite. Now, I don't know what to think and feel. I just want to go home. When they were done speaking, Storm crouched in front of me to hold my gaze, but he didn't attempt to touch me. "Are you ready to go?" He asked concern evident on his face. I didn't have the strength to answer so I just stood and walked out of the hospital like I'm in some sort of trans. He caught up to me and opened the door to let me in.
"Amara I-," he was trying to say something, but the words died in his mouth. "What just happened and what's going on?" I finally asked. "I'm going to tell you everything you need and want to know, but please let me take you to my house because you're much safer there," he answered urgency palpable in his voice. I stared at him blinking for a few good minutes before lifting my chin to give him permission.
We didn't speak for a while until he broke the silence. "How are you feeling?" I turned to him slightly before speaking. "The doctor gave me a few shots in there, so I guess I'll be fine or maybe not. At least I'm still alive." His grip on the wheel tightened making his knuckles turn whiter. "I'm sorry." He said, his voice a mere whisper. Sorry for what? For turning into a large dog? Killing the other dogs? For bringing me to the hospital? "What are you sorry about?" I asked clearly confused why he's apologizing. "For putting you in danger, for not being able to get to you in time before you got bitten, for scaring you." He sighed. I shook my head at his reasons because if anything he did save my life. "I was scared because I couldn't understand what was going on. You only read these things in books, you know. It's supposed to only exist in fantasy or fiction novels or movies, but it wasn't your fault, Storm. You told me to stay close to you and I ran." I confessed and he took a double-take at me.
It's true, he did say that no matter what happens I should stay close behind him and I didn't, so getting hurt was my fault. I reached my hand out to him palm up encouraging him to take it and he did interlacing our fingers tightly letting out a shaky breath. I then placed our linked hands on my lap and said, "I just maybe need time to think about this and try to understand what I saw." He lifted our hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles before setting them back on my lap. I should really be running for the hills, but I can't seem to hate or feel disgusted with the whole situation or Storm. I don't think even just for a second that he wants to hurt or kill me because if he did, then he could have done that on our first date. He protected me today from... Wait a minute!
"Those huge umm," I started "rogues," Storm stated finishing my sentence for me. "Right, rogues they're... They turn into humans too?" I asked. He nods his head in response and I gasped at the thought. "But you killed them." He flinched at my observation. "I did." His voice was low and quiet. "But why?" I asked. "My world is different from yours. Let's just say that Rogues are the murderers and Wolves like me are the cops. There's no way to take them down but to kill them because if we don't a lot of people and other wolves will die." Okay... I can accept that answer. I didn't ask any more questions or say anything else until we arrived at Storm's house.
Dakota and her mother came barrelling towards me and enveloped me in their arms. They kept asking me if was okay and if I was feeling better. I assured them that I'm fine and they led me inside the living room. I've learned that they are all wolves and they're a pack. Storm's father used to be the alpha which I could say is the president or the Mafia boss, I don't know, and now Storm took his place. They told me about the rogues and that they're not the only wolf pack in the world, but they are the most respected in the world. Oh, and they also told me that I'm Storm's mate. Whatever that means.
So, here I am. Right in the middle of complete info overload, trying to digest everything I've just heard. Did I also mention that I need to stay in the packhouse at least until they are able to figure out why the rogues have been attacking? Apparently I don't have a say on this, at least not until I become the Luna, again, I don't know what that means.