The Alpha’s Desire 3(19)

 

 

 

“You will heal it?”

 

 

 

“Yes. Please, no questions. Not quite yet. When you are stronger, we will talk. You must rest while we decide what is best, for you and for your wolves.”

 

 

 

Lex. The name went through my head, bringing images of his sexy amber and gold eyes looking into mine, images which were quickly replaced by his clawed and bleeding wolf form. Panic swept through me, bringing a sort of comfort to feel, as in that it felt right associated with the thought of him. While I’d thought of the car accident, the battle that ensued afterward hadn’t come back to me until this moment. They had my brain moving slowly, too slow to really think anything through. Had to work to their advantage, whatever it was they were after.

 

 

 

I held onto the memory as long as I could, like a lifeline, the panic a friend, familiar, asking as I began to hyperventilate what had happened to not only Lex, but what had become of Vivian and Riker, too. I remembered the other carload of wolves in bloody, lifeless heaps around the battle.

 

 

 

“Please, calm down, Christina,” the woman sitting on the bed said as she put her hand on my arm.

 

 

 

I swore she rubbed calm right into me, but I fought it, fought with everything in me to hold onto my images of Lex in my mind, to get some answers.

 

 

 

“Feeling like this won’t help you heal. It is only by healing that you can help them. You would do well to concentrate on that,” she continued on as I continued to pant, forcing it, pretending even, as the calm invaded.

 

 

 

“I need to know where Lex is. Is he okay? Vivian? Riker?” I got out.

 

 

 

The stress of this internal fight wore on me quickly, making my weighted body even more fatigued. I didn’t comprehend why that was what continued on. The only explanation I could come up with was it was a side effect of the so-called natural drugs they were feeding me. They had to have been feeding them to me in my sleep, which made no sense, as again, nothing was hooked up to me.

 

 

 

“Lex, Vivian, and Riker are all alive. The man in the black suit and his gang of wolves took them. That is all you need to know for now. Please sleep. We beg of you to heal. I will explain everything when you are ready to hear it.”

 

 

 

My world fell to black again.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 

 

 

In a dream, a mix of realities and fears, an obvious mix of the anxieties these supposed vampires had subdued, as I’d come to realize later, Lex and I were chased by a pack of original wolves through the forest we’d run through in our earlier shared dream of the Royal island. Here, I felt all the terror and trepidation that my real world right now made impossible.

 

 

 

In the beginning, it had been the cracking and breaking of bones, a harsh noise that set one’s teeth on edge, which had alerted Lex and I, in my dream state, of the coming werewolves. The tearing of their human flesh, the growing of their fur-covered hide, made me nauseous to hear. The physiology behind their transformations was brutal enough to make one want to help them if there was only a way to make them stop attacking us and listen. I could easily see why they hated Lex and the others. The brutality, the reason they called their gift a curse, was just too much for a mind to bear, let alone a body.

 

 

 

In a juxtaposition so great it had to be brutal for them to see, both Lex and I took off on a run, in our human forms, eventually coming to a minor cliff, maybe fifty feet above a slow moving stream. We paused a second, looking back over our shoulders to the oncoming mass of wolves, before we leapt over the edge. With a gentle lift over a sheerness of wind, we stretched out our torsos and limbs, relishing the freedom of this leap which would kill any other humans, before tucking our limbs in a bit to allow for our own transformations.

 

 

 

Watching him, I saw his graceful, hulking body flying free over the treetops, curl in like a cat before a flash of power, and visual magic wrapped around his body, though it had burst forth from inside of him. The red and yellow, soft flame-like energy swirled around him, seemingly blurring the lines of his body until they effortlessly transformed into his wolf form. When we hit the soft, leaf and vine covered earth just before the stones and water, he landed as an overgrown wolf, and with all the beauty of such an animal.

 

 

 

I landed beside him, glancing up above us to see the pack of maybe six wolves stop, sending dirt and branches, and other earthly debris, over the edge of the cliff. While Lex and I leapt from rock to rock over the sparkling water, the clear liquid trickling over smooth brown rocks, the six pursuers jumped from the cliff. With their own gifts and abilities, they were also to take such an impossible leap with the effortless grace of an animal jumping from one plot of ground to the next.