Briella POV
Death is simple. No one to tell you how to act, how to behave. No one to tell you what you shouldn’t wear or how to talk. No one tells you how you should be living or how important it is to live up to a certain standard. The darkness around me is peaceful, calming. I don’t feel like I’m going to burst into a million pieces or worry I’m going to kill anyone I care about. That peace didn’t last long though.
“ Miss me?” A voice I never thought I hear again laughing
“ Rome? Why are you here?” I groaned
“ oh your lovely mate scent me here to bring you back” he announced sounded so excited
“ Why are you so happy? And I figure
“ Am I supposed to remember?” I gasped trying to sit up only to have my head feel a little dizzy “ Take it easy, he told us memory loss was a possibility when pulling you out like this. It’s okay pup everything will be okay” he spoke to me as if I’ve lost my mind or something. Who is he? “ Wait, are you talking about Rome?” I whispered out in a huff. Breathing isn’t exactly the easiest right now. Taking in a deep breath I look at him waiting for an answer “ Do you remember Rome? Wait, what do you remember?” He asked sitting down on the bed next to me holding my hand in his “ I remember… telling my brother to get everyone in the packhouse.. and hearing Rome's voice in my head calling me weak.” sighing at how frustrating it is to not know anythi
“ Has my brother gotten back yet?” I asked dad as he fluffed my pillow and set a cup of tea next to my bed. They still haven’t let me leave this bright, uncomfortable room even though I’ve only been awake for a day. It feels like I’ve been here for weeks.“ yes, he got back about 20 minutes ago. He said he will come by and see you after he showers” he answers tucking the heated blanket around my legs“ Dad, you don’t have to do this, you know?” Untucking myself, he just groans. Dang someone’s cranky today.“ What's wrong?” I can tell by his need to baby me right now.“ It's just you don’t need me anymore. You have Erik to do all these things for you now. I re
“ When we get home there’s some things we need to discuss” Erik blurted out as he walked into the room with a bag to put all my stuff in. Aaron gave me the green light to be moved from this room to a bedroom. I can’t move around much because my legs are still really sore but being able to lay in a bed that doesn’t feel like a rock will be a dream come true. He sounded serious as he spoke, I wonder if he knows about what I planned with Alex. That would only suggest he was eavesdropping.“ about what?” Grunting I move myself around to the side of the bed to get up“ easy! And nothing serious, I mean it is serious but it’s nothing bad” he try to explain without giving it away to much“ Carefully stand up, if you can’t do it I don’
This morning was rough, Erik wanted to help me with everything but being so weak and needing help just to go to the bathroom is maddening. He hasn’t been to the office to do any work in the last few days or called Andrew for updates. I feel like a burden like this. He stepped out of the room for a second to take a phone call, and while he was in the hall I tried to walk to the bathroom by myself. At first it was going okay. I used the bed to hold myself up but then once I got to the end of the bed I had nothing to hold myself up with. Erik wanted to get me a cane but I was against it because I didn’t want to look how I felt. I thought about getting down on the floor and crawling but it’s my legs that aren’t up for anything. Maybe army crawl. I can feel my wolf on the inside hating herself for not being able to heal us faster. I really wish I had someone who could explain to me what the hell is wrong with me. When the door swung
My brother took longer getting lunch back then I expected, when he walked in he was surprised to see me standing with a cane. The cane wasn’t a bad idea and I wasn’t angry at the fact that I needed the cane. I was angry at the fact that other people would need to see me using the cane, seeing how weak I’ve become.“ There's something I need to tell you both.” My brother cleared his throat as he gestured to the bed for me to sit down and eat.“ Can it wait till after I eat?” I groaned hobbling over to the bed ignoring the snorting laughter from my brother as he watched me struggle“ I’m not staying to eat, I was just dropping your food off. I have dad and moms as well.” He states not taking a seat
Erik POVI watched as she tried really hard to walk by herself. I know I shouldn’t jump to her rescue because she’s strong enough (kinda) to do it on her own. But I can’t help it, she’s like a wounded warrior who doesn’t know how to act because of it. I don’t think she’s ever been hurt to the point where she’s unable to do things on her own before. Also don’t think she ever thought it would be something she had to worry about. My men have been working hard to help rebuild the houses and the part of the packhouse that was damaged. It’s been a week since she’s been out of the infirmary. Each day she takes on more steps by herself, but I can tell that one step doesn’t mean anything to her. She flinched really hard when I tried to touch her leg the other day. I haven’t attempted to do it again since but the pain that ru
Briella POV“Aaron, I’m telling you I just need a push to work harder.” I gripe when he walks into the bedroom door“ Yes, Madam Briella. But it is unlike you to need such push. Is there any pain in your legs? Trembling? Anything that is keeping you from pushing yourself to do so?” He piles in question after question making it seem like it’s me who keeps myself from getting better. Maybe it is me, me getting better only makes me the strongest again. With that I have to sit back and protect everybody all over again. Not that I don’t enjoy having everyone’s back. No one will have mine like this again. Yeah they are all worried and care about my health now, that’s just because they all need me to do it for them. I’m not even the one that takes over the pack, my brother is. As much as I
I made Erik stay out of the room this past week. I’ve been pushing myself harder and harder everyday to walk better on my own. Aaron was right, the mind is a powerful thing. Once it’s made up it’s harder to change it. He came yesterday again to give me another look over, I’ve been walking around the packhouse up the stairs. Slowly but surely. He said if I keep up the good work I’ll be able to have my full strength back in no time. There’s no true reasoning on why my legs were the only ones needing healing after it all. But I’m just glad I’m still alive, that I didn’t kill anyone that really mattered to me. Dad told me that the rebuild is almost finished and Erik is wanting to return back to the pack right after. Moms questioned me if I plan on going back with him, I mean do I really have a choice? I’m his mate after all. It’s not like I’m fighting for my life anymore. With my powe