I did my best not to pull myself back towards him when Elijah started lowering me onto the toilet, and I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for even wanting him to keep me that close to him in the first place. But it was a feeling that I couldn’t help, a reaction that seemed as natural to me as breathing. I had felt better when he had been carrying me, and now that I was sitting on the cold toilet again, I could do no more than to feel sick again. I didn’t need to think too hard to know that all of these things were the effects of shifting, but this isn’t what it was explained to me as. I felt like I was dying, to say the least. Surely, this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel? My skin felt itchy, sticky from the sweat that Elijah had pointed out, and my limbs felt like they no longer belonged to me. I doubted that I would have been able to walk here by myself, even if I had wanted to. And the fact that I had managed to make it half of the way here, was a miracle in itself. “I’m ju
Once I had laid Samantha into the hot water, I decided that it would be best for me to go and take a shower myself. She was far from being in a stable condition, but I felt like leaving her alone would be better for both of us. I did not want to find myself in a position where I had compromised both of us, just because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. And if she wasn’t bringing up the fact that the two of us had slept together, then I would also be bound to fair much better than I was at the moment. But it happened to be that at that specific moment when I walked into my bedroom, my cell phone started ringing. I didn’t know if it had been ringing before and I had simply been ignoring it, and I didn’t want to know either. But I was thankful for the small distraction that I would now get, thanks to whoever it was who was phoning me. I just hoped that it wasn’t going to be bad news, because I wouldn’t actually be able to attend to it without leaving Samantha alone. But I took comfor
After the lovely lecture on what to do and what not to do during this part of the shifting process, Elijah decided that it was time for him to go and shower as well. In his own words, he said that it would be best if he were to do something productive with his time instead of just sitting around and bothering me, when I already had a heap of my own things to worry about. I had to admit that I thought it to be rather considerate, especially since I was genuinely tired of his company - and I did not mean it in a rude way. The only thing that kept me from completely winding down, was the fact that Elijah had left the door open on his way out. He had done it earlier as well, but I had been hoping that he would close it this time, especially since I was feeling much better than I had been before. But there was no point in calling him back to close it, because I had no doubt that my request would be followed by a series of questions that I wouldn’t want to answer. I had heard him talking
As soon as Gwen saw me approaching, she broke off from her trio who were guarding the north border. I could tell that she had a long night behind her, the dark circles underneath her eyes being more than enough of a tell-tale. I could only imagine that she was happy to be relieved by me, although I couldn’t share the same sentiments as she did. I wished to be back home, to be with Samantha and to make sure that she was alright. I knew that Gwen was just as capable as I was of taking care of Samantha, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be doing it. “How’s your shift been going?” Gwen lifted her shoulders in a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. I could tell that she was trying to judge whether or not the other two patrol wolves who had been with her would be able to hear her - and they would. And I knew that the response that she was going to give me, wasn’t going to be an honest one. “I guess that there’s no reason to complain. We’ve been trying to hunt some deer, but so
As I walked back to Alpha Elijah’s house, I could not help but wonder what I would need to do in order to keep Samantha sane. My own first shift hadn’t gone very well, and I had been one of the few people who had nearly lost their lives - naturally. Just thinking about the whole thing again made my heart start to beat unnaturally faster. I didn’t know whether or not I would be able to deal with it if the same thing started to happen with Samantha. The first thing that I was going to do, was going to do, was to tell Alpha Elijah what was happening and to insist that he order a pack doctor to come to us immediately. I didn’t want to take any risks, especially not with a child who wasn’t even my responsibility in the first place. If anything, Luke needed to step up and come and support his daughter. But he couldn’t do that if Samantha was being stubborn either. I knew that I could always take matters into my own hands and get Beta Luke to come and look after his daughter without Alpha
I heard the front door open, and I continued to lay completely still - just as I had been before the door had opened. But I was no fool. I knew that there was still a possibility that the person who had come through the front door was not Gwen. It was also a risk that I was not willing to take. I was in a position to protect myself against the threat, so that I could do was to hide from it. And I would continue to do so until I was certain of the fact that the person who has just come through the door was Gwen. I held my breath as I heard the footsteps makes their way up the staircase. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard Gwen walking up the stairs in this house before, otherwise I would’ve been able to piece together the pieces of my memory to figure out whether not it was her. All that I could do now, was to wait. I knew that it was very unlikely that it would be anyone other than Gwen, but it was a risk that I just wasn’t willing to take. The footsteps made their way past the bathroom,
I had been expecting Gwen to jump at the opportunity to speak to me, to tell me about all of the traumas that she had endured during her shift, but instead of that happening, she merely just continued to sit there and look at me, clearly contemplating whether or not it was a good idea for her to speak to me. I, on the other hand, felt somewhat irritated by the fact that she was even hesitating in the first place. After all, what reason could she possibly have not to talk to me about all of this? If there was one thing that would make all of this better, that would make the energy between the two of us somewhat normal, then it was this conversation. It was something that would be able to break the ice, that would be able to keep us talking to one another until we were comfortable with one another again. I thought about prompting her, about saying something extra that would encourage her to start talking and explaining what was happening. But even as the thought entered my mind, I kne
After we had had that rather deep conversation, Gwen decided that she needed a moment to process everything had just happened. And the worst part of it all, was that I could understand why she would need a moment, why she would need some time away from me. If our roles had been reversed and I had found myself in her position, then I would have done the exact same thing. I didn’t even think that I would have gone as far as sharing my story, even if it would have been beneficial to my relationship with someone. And once Gwen was out of the bathroom, I decided that it would be best for me to get out as well. The itching on my arms and legs were starting to get much worse now that there was nothing to distract me, and I had no interest in adding more hot water. If I just stayed here the whole day, I would end up looking like a prune - and I was already halfway there. It took quite some time, but I managed to drain all of the water out of the bathtub, and then get myself into a standing