It was around dawn. Logan claimed to have stayed awake since the day was dedicated between him and me.
The agreement between Leah, Logan and me was something like this:
Leah gets him for 4 days of the week and I get Logan for 3. However, she just ruined one day of the week, a precious night, by joining us for the dinner date.
"Hey, my love! Mother is quite pissed. Where were you?" Logan asked, gently rubbing my hands to pass his warmth. He then changed my sandals to comfortable housewear. I stared at his acts of kindness in disdain. What was he hiding?
"It took a while to reach home. You left me stranded." I said flatly.
"Aw, come on! Don't put it like that! I didn't leave you stranded. Besides, what are these papers? They smell different." Logan's voice was stern towards the end. I jolted the papers out of his grip before he could unfold them.
"They're nothing. It's for Jean's reports." Logan's smile fell.
"Why did you go there?" He asked, visibly upset.
"Because he's my son and I had every right," I said, without revealing much about the city where Jean was.
"And there...you've broken a rule." The vicious voice of Olga spoke behind.
I turned around, slight dread surrounding me like I was in the middle of the sea.
"The contract of you being a healer required you stay away from that sick child." Said Olga.
"At the end of the day, he's still my son. You would've done the same if it were Logan. So what's the big deal?" I asked in a slightly irritable tone. That was enough to tick her off.
"You spoke back again. When will you ever listen? Guards!" Olga barked.
"Take this wrench and bathe her in silver compounds. Let her skin erode and crawl out of her body." My eyes widened.
That was too harsh of a punishment.
"You're skinning me alive for a rule I broke?" I said, my voice shaking. My skin was crawling with phantom pain already.
"Precisely. But remember. It is only to teach you a lesson..." Olga whispered, coming closer. Her eyes were a menacing scarlet. I will never forget that.
Standing behind Olga's protection was Leah. She held her pregnant belly and flaunted her richness. She was drenched in luxury, while I wore the simple black dress that was torn and soiled from all the walking and running around I had to do.
I was stripped away and had silver-chrome chains around my wrists. I already felt dizzy and weak.
To cover themselves from fumes of any sorts, the executioners at that dungeon chamber wore mask and protective gear, head to toe. So it was hard to recognise who was my ally.
"Healer Elaine." I heard the familiar voice, finally. I wasn't ashamed in my position. It was the matter of life and death in a few moments.
"It's ready, your carriage. Left building. Here are the keys." Said Healer Agnes. I looked around. It didn't find any trouble. And at once, I sprinted away for freedom.
Agnes had unclasped my chains already as we conversed. I held the keys for dear life and sprinted like I never did before.
I reached the car and shut myself close.
"ELAINE! WAIT RIGHT THERE!" It was Logan's voice. My heart stopped when he shifted and tried to chase me. He clawed the car hood open, almost reaching for me with his paws. He was the only wolf I couldn't shake off until I reached a distance.
I was on escape mode, no other emotion was felt. I wanted to live. I wanted to build my life back together without these horrible people in it.
"I AM TRYING TO SAVE YOU, ELAINE!" Logan's wolf growled. Shakily. I didn't register what was happening nor his words. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone.
A man who couldn't protect me from his crazy mother had no right trying to 'save me'. He should've done that since years.
He can't stop me from my liberation.
"Argh!" I spun the car around on the highway. I finally got rid of Logan who fell off a short cliff.
That was it.
That was my freedom.
I'm coming, Jean.
I'm coming...Dr Rayleigh.
***
I went straight to his cabin. Dr Rayleigh was prepared meticulously with every paper needed for transfers.
"We are going to California and applying for a Healership for you, at the hospital." He said, I nodded in agreement.
"I remember quite well, doctor." I joked to ease the situation. He gave me a genuine smile which was terrifically rare - I learned about that later.
Dr Rayeligh and I were about to take off when a string of messages blew up my phone.
I rolled my eyes.
Logan: COME BACK THIS INSTANT !!
Logan: What do you think you're doing, Elaine!? Fleeing the country!? You know my mother isn't going to stop at nothing! She will find you from any corner of the world!
Logan: Was my love so fragile to you, baby? Why are you doing this to me? I need you. I need your strength.
Logan: Im going crazy since last night, Elaine. Leah won't stop crying. She wants you back because yoire her sister...
I chuckled at the last one. Sister? Cut the bull, Leah.
I didn't have one shred of care for Logan. I was aware he was a mess without me. After all, I handled all the internal AND external affairs of the alpha like his damn PA.
In fact, I was more deserving of the Alpha title than Logan. He wss just an excuse of a leader.
Dr Rayleigh watched with pride as I pulled the SIM card out and twisted, shredded the plastic and metal to pieces. I was angry.
My anger was displaced perfectly without harming anyone. And finally, I was happy with what I was to do in my life.
After all, I could do anything as long as I had Jean by my side.
(THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY CHARACTERS OR SITUATION SOUNDING SIMILAR IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS.)Elaine's POV My son Jean was in critical condition. I've been dialling his father and my mate for two hours. He was busy taking care of the pack. I was with Jean as he breathed ruggedly. He was diagnosed with AIDS seven months ago. A simple flu was going to kill him. I couldn't look at the time on my phone because of how blurry my eyes became. But there was a message from my mate's mobile. [Have fun caring for the sick, weak child you birthed, Elaine! XoXo] I knew who it was. It was the human who gave my child the deadly disease. It was unfair. Humans discovered a cure for this fatal disease, but the same principles, when used on us werewolves, worsened the effect. There was a time when Logan Fenris, my mate, would leave everything to attend to my needs. When I was pregnant with Jean and until when Jean turned three. Logan's at
Never in a million years, I imagined I would be pregnant. Again. A few weeks ago before Leah was to move to our pack, Logan insisted on sleeping with me. I agreed. He knotted me. Tears of frustration fell, but what was the use? Healer Agnes, a young yet competent healer closed the curtains before taking a seat by the bed. "Luna Elaine...I'm sorry." She started, her eyes red. "Sorry for what?" "Your second pregnancy is heavily risky. The fetus is five weeks old, yet showing signs of some serious conditions I don't want to confirm yet." Healer Agnes expressed. "I see. But I have decided to keep it." I said, caressing my baby bump that I've just noticed. The days were spent stressing over my sick son. No wonder I never noticed my deteriorating health or my pack falling apart. "You were a Healer, right?" Agnes asked. I nodded curtly. "I haven't practised much. But given my rank, I can. But after Jean recovers." I said. Agnes nodded again and left. Moments later, Mother O
Couldn't I even be consulted for an opinion? My son is dying in a human hospital because my pack refused treatment. I was recovering from a traumatic, forced miscarriage. And this is how they want me to act. Become the pack's newbie healer. How selfish can everyone be? What's worse? The ploy is collective - against me. I shed a tear from each eye before nodding and leaving the room. No one could have stopped me. I would have raged on them. I called myself down and dialled the front office of the human hospital. They seemed to be busy. It was around Christmas time for humans. "Please...someone," I begged the Moon Goddess. On the seventh dial, the telephone was answered by a male voice. "Attending doctor Rayleigh speaking..." The voice was stern yet silky. I took a shaky breath in before asking. "Where are the receptionists? Or- or an attending nurse for the floor?" I asked. "They've all gone for the festival, Miss. I need you to calm down, okay? I'm an attending doctor
The night was exhausting again. But I didn't let it stop me from learning healing by the day. I got a call on my new phone, a semi-functional hand-me-down of Leah's. "Hello?" I answered. "What are you doing right now?" It was Logan. He sounded relaxed, munching on grapes or something. "I'm working on a few—" He didn't let me complete before cutting me off, "There's a delivery of roses by the borders. Since human contact is minimized, get them from the south borders." I raised an eyebrow at his request. "You sound free enough for that. Do it yourself." I said. "Stop being a rebel and get me that. I have a surprise for you too." My eyebrows were crushed. I sighed at the end of the call and decided to do it anyway. I collected the roses. It made me sneeze. The pollen doesn't suit me, Logan was well aware of that. Just then, I got a call from Dr Rayleigh. "Hello, doctor. Any progress on his condition?" I asked. "Jean is still undergoing testing. There is a possibility of
"Dr Rayleigh?" I asked. "Do you think I'm lying?" She questioned back, arms crossed. "Well, he's taking care of my son. Karma?" I said and was about to turn away. But Leah clutched a tuft of my hair in her fist. It hurt my scalp so badly, but I held it in. "You should stop being such a bitch before I tell that dumb Olga about you. And I'll make sure you're not going to that dinner with my man. Nor you're talking to Rayleigh." She said. Her words were a lot to process. Dumb Olga? 'My man'? Rayleigh? What does she even want from me? "How did you know about Logan asking me out for dinner?" I asked, seething in pain as my scalp felt like ripping off. A meek human like her had a lot of strength. "You're not the only one with good ears. Best of luck for that stupid dinner." Saying, she left my hair and strutted away. I wiped the tears of pain from the corners of my eyes. The following evening, Logan dressed up in a nice tuxedo and was waiting for me at the packhouse entrance
"Ms Elaine. Are you alright?" The doctor uttered. I sniffled."Yes, yes I am." I lied. I bit my lip because HE was the person on my mind. Would it dismantle our doctor-caregiver relationship if I asked him for help? I didn't want to.Dr Rayleigh was my only source of light. I didn't want to push or scare him away.But..."Dr Rayeliegh, I am asking of you since I have no one to turn to. I need money-" I couldn't even complete my request when he asked,"How much?" His voice was stern, stable yet soothing."I'm short of 3k, sir," I said, holding back a sob.Almost immediately, he wire-transferred 4k USD. I was amazed. I got back on the call."Doctor, I asked for 3k-""I'm an advocate of goodwill, Ms Elaine. Don't think of anything. I know you're a struggling mother. You're the strongest warrior I've ever seen. My mother has been through the same. So please." Said he. My heart warmed up and I couldn't thank him enough.The gratitude went on like a string of mantras until I pulled myself t
It was around dawn. Logan claimed to have stayed awake since the day was dedicated between him and me.The agreement between Leah, Logan and me was something like this:Leah gets him for 4 days of the week and I get Logan for 3. However, she just ruined one day of the week, a precious night, by joining us for the dinner date."Hey, my love! Mother is quite pissed. Where were you?" Logan asked, gently rubbing my hands to pass his warmth. He then changed my sandals to comfortable housewear. I stared at his acts of kindness in disdain. What was he hiding?"It took a while to reach home. You left me stranded." I said flatly."Aw, come on! Don't put it like that! I didn't leave you stranded. Besides, what are these papers? They smell different." Logan's voice was stern towards the end. I jolted the papers out of his grip before he could unfold them."They're nothing. It's for Jean's reports." Logan's smile fell."Why did you go there?" He asked, visibly upset."Because he's my son and I ha
"Ms Elaine. Are you alright?" The doctor uttered. I sniffled."Yes, yes I am." I lied. I bit my lip because HE was the person on my mind. Would it dismantle our doctor-caregiver relationship if I asked him for help? I didn't want to.Dr Rayleigh was my only source of light. I didn't want to push or scare him away.But..."Dr Rayeliegh, I am asking of you since I have no one to turn to. I need money-" I couldn't even complete my request when he asked,"How much?" His voice was stern, stable yet soothing."I'm short of 3k, sir," I said, holding back a sob.Almost immediately, he wire-transferred 4k USD. I was amazed. I got back on the call."Doctor, I asked for 3k-""I'm an advocate of goodwill, Ms Elaine. Don't think of anything. I know you're a struggling mother. You're the strongest warrior I've ever seen. My mother has been through the same. So please." Said he. My heart warmed up and I couldn't thank him enough.The gratitude went on like a string of mantras until I pulled myself t
"Dr Rayleigh?" I asked. "Do you think I'm lying?" She questioned back, arms crossed. "Well, he's taking care of my son. Karma?" I said and was about to turn away. But Leah clutched a tuft of my hair in her fist. It hurt my scalp so badly, but I held it in. "You should stop being such a bitch before I tell that dumb Olga about you. And I'll make sure you're not going to that dinner with my man. Nor you're talking to Rayleigh." She said. Her words were a lot to process. Dumb Olga? 'My man'? Rayleigh? What does she even want from me? "How did you know about Logan asking me out for dinner?" I asked, seething in pain as my scalp felt like ripping off. A meek human like her had a lot of strength. "You're not the only one with good ears. Best of luck for that stupid dinner." Saying, she left my hair and strutted away. I wiped the tears of pain from the corners of my eyes. The following evening, Logan dressed up in a nice tuxedo and was waiting for me at the packhouse entrance
The night was exhausting again. But I didn't let it stop me from learning healing by the day. I got a call on my new phone, a semi-functional hand-me-down of Leah's. "Hello?" I answered. "What are you doing right now?" It was Logan. He sounded relaxed, munching on grapes or something. "I'm working on a few—" He didn't let me complete before cutting me off, "There's a delivery of roses by the borders. Since human contact is minimized, get them from the south borders." I raised an eyebrow at his request. "You sound free enough for that. Do it yourself." I said. "Stop being a rebel and get me that. I have a surprise for you too." My eyebrows were crushed. I sighed at the end of the call and decided to do it anyway. I collected the roses. It made me sneeze. The pollen doesn't suit me, Logan was well aware of that. Just then, I got a call from Dr Rayleigh. "Hello, doctor. Any progress on his condition?" I asked. "Jean is still undergoing testing. There is a possibility of
Couldn't I even be consulted for an opinion? My son is dying in a human hospital because my pack refused treatment. I was recovering from a traumatic, forced miscarriage. And this is how they want me to act. Become the pack's newbie healer. How selfish can everyone be? What's worse? The ploy is collective - against me. I shed a tear from each eye before nodding and leaving the room. No one could have stopped me. I would have raged on them. I called myself down and dialled the front office of the human hospital. They seemed to be busy. It was around Christmas time for humans. "Please...someone," I begged the Moon Goddess. On the seventh dial, the telephone was answered by a male voice. "Attending doctor Rayleigh speaking..." The voice was stern yet silky. I took a shaky breath in before asking. "Where are the receptionists? Or- or an attending nurse for the floor?" I asked. "They've all gone for the festival, Miss. I need you to calm down, okay? I'm an attending doctor
Never in a million years, I imagined I would be pregnant. Again. A few weeks ago before Leah was to move to our pack, Logan insisted on sleeping with me. I agreed. He knotted me. Tears of frustration fell, but what was the use? Healer Agnes, a young yet competent healer closed the curtains before taking a seat by the bed. "Luna Elaine...I'm sorry." She started, her eyes red. "Sorry for what?" "Your second pregnancy is heavily risky. The fetus is five weeks old, yet showing signs of some serious conditions I don't want to confirm yet." Healer Agnes expressed. "I see. But I have decided to keep it." I said, caressing my baby bump that I've just noticed. The days were spent stressing over my sick son. No wonder I never noticed my deteriorating health or my pack falling apart. "You were a Healer, right?" Agnes asked. I nodded curtly. "I haven't practised much. But given my rank, I can. But after Jean recovers." I said. Agnes nodded again and left. Moments later, Mother O
(THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY CHARACTERS OR SITUATION SOUNDING SIMILAR IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS.)Elaine's POV My son Jean was in critical condition. I've been dialling his father and my mate for two hours. He was busy taking care of the pack. I was with Jean as he breathed ruggedly. He was diagnosed with AIDS seven months ago. A simple flu was going to kill him. I couldn't look at the time on my phone because of how blurry my eyes became. But there was a message from my mate's mobile. [Have fun caring for the sick, weak child you birthed, Elaine! XoXo] I knew who it was. It was the human who gave my child the deadly disease. It was unfair. Humans discovered a cure for this fatal disease, but the same principles, when used on us werewolves, worsened the effect. There was a time when Logan Fenris, my mate, would leave everything to attend to my needs. When I was pregnant with Jean and until when Jean turned three. Logan's at