05

Killian

The noise in my head makes me open my eyes in a gradual process, and everything is blurry at first but it feels like I just survived an accident

When the blurriness wanes from my eyes, sharp pain slices through my head and stays like a god-damned brainstorming migraine.

Placing my hand on the side of my forehead, I manage to stare around me and wonder where the hell I am.

The room is so tiny, even my bathroom is far bigger than it.

There aren't any valuables here, just a bag of clothes, a chair, and a table that contains a half candle, scissors, hand sewing equipment, and a plaster.

I rub my hand over my face, only to realize seconds later that I am on a tiny bed.

What in the world happened?

Taking the mattress off my body to rise to my feet, my face squeezes into a frown when I see that I am naked.

For the second time, what the fuck happened?

I attempt to stand up, but immediately groan and lay back down because of the splitting pain in my stomach.

Wondering why my wolf cannot help me at this point because the pains are still so excruciating, I grit my teeth then start looking at parts of my body, only to see some bruises which are being healed slowly by my wolf.

I stare at my hard stomach and see a plaster over it, but I don't bother taking it off because I have this feeling I'd be welcomed with more pain.

Just then an image of me driving in the night flashes through my brain, and I can remember everything.

I was attacked by an unknown powerful enemy. A wolf whose canines and claws were different from the wolves I've seen because they were metallic. Consisted of venoms which adds a stamp to the fact why I can't heal in a fast process.

I remember how I had run away from my attacker, after sustaining several injuries, how my wolf stopped at someone's doorstep, and I passed out after shifting into my human form.

But I can't deny I perceived the scent of a wolf even in my unconscious state. This wolf had taken me in and tended to my wounds. And I doubt I would've survived if I hadn't gotten the help that was needed.

I wonder who this wolf is, I can't tell if it's a man because the scent wasn't unpleasant at all. It was more feminine.

Dylan and the rest of my pack members must have been wondering where the hell I am, and I don't even have my phone to reach them. 

My car got crashed by my unknown enemy, so I lost everything in it.

Being one of the wealthiest Alpha's in Chicago, I have several enemies, both vampires, and werewolves who are envious of my success. Running a billion-dollar company, estates, and luxurious hotels makes these people see me as a threat. And judging from the way I was attacked last night, I figured that maybe Chris Fitzpatrick was telling the truth. It might be that the same strange Alpha who attacked me, was the one who killed my workers at the warehouse.

At this point, I know I need to head out of here as fast as possible. I don't even have to see the face of my savior, but then I am naked. I don't have any clothes on.

Which means I'd have to shift into my wolf and leave.

"Fuck," I hiss out, grinding on my teeth as I fork my fingers through my hair in distress. Because I attempt to rise to my feet, but the sharp pain in my stomach is holding me back down.

"Do something, Walt," I yell at my wolf.

It's impossible, Killian. You have to wait for a few days before you can completely heal. My wolf replies to me, and I just shake my head at myself in pity. Because I should be at work by this fucking time, yet I am in someone's home like some cuddly giant teddy bear.

After several attempts of helping myself up, I finally did and then shifted into my wolf because I can't risk going out naked and having everyone see me like this.

I make use of the bushy part and run as fast as my fours can carry me, ignoring the dizziness that is making my world spin. 

My run would've been less than twenty minutes, but because I don't feel so good, it takes over an hour.

The maidservants who are outside carrying about their duties stare at me in awe, and the guards immediately rush towards my side to help me, and I take this opportunity to shift back into my human form as they wrap me with their suit jackets.

The door of my study is being jerked open before one of my guards can open it, revealing Dylan, my Beta. A piece of bread falls off his mouth as he gapes at me.

"Christ! What in the hell happened to you!? We've looked everywhere for you." His eyes are raised in their sockets but they still manage to access my body in horror. "Fuck," He curses, on seeing the bruises on my body because being an Alpha, my bruises heal within seconds and it's off to find cuts and claw marks on my body.

 Dylan helped put me on the couch, then clap his hands together to get the attention of the maids and cooks.

"Alpha Killian is not so good, prepare whatever that it is to help him recuperate!" He orders, and everyone dashes out of the study like their life depends on it.

"Call pack doctor Stiles!" He yells after them, but I put my hand out to stop him.

"The wounds are healing, but in a gradual process. So there won't be any need for that." These are the last words I speak before I fall into a deep sleep.