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
“ Who is it” I asked, swallowing the lump that formed into my throat. Someone I’ve known my whole life has stabbed me in the back? I don’t want to believe that this is true, that someone I’ve spent my whole life protecting wanted me dead.“ bring her in!” My dad yelled at the guards and Erik moved closer to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked at him searching his face for the emotions he’s feeling right now. And the look he gave me of true pain and confusion was what I got.“ this is the girl that betrayed you Briella” my dad announced, breaking my concentration. I looked over his way slowly not really wanting to know who it was but once my eyes landed on her my heart dropped to my stomach. Not in a million years would I expect it to be her. Not even for a second would I have ever g
Would you get out of bed after finding out the one person you told all your secrets to, all the things you couldn’t tell anyone else about yourself just betray you for your death? I haven’t moved, I feel like a statue under the covers. Nothing in this world seems worth leaving the bed anyways. Every time I turn around something bad happens, if it’s not me causing it it’s someone I thought of as family or a friend. Erik has been trying to get me to at least eat or drink something. But what’s the point? I know I sound like a sad pup who’s wallowing in her own sadness but what’s the point of living when you have no one to truly trust to live life with you. “ You need to get up, Briella. You’ve been through worse.” Alex groans “ Go away, I don’t know who let you in here but no one can get me out of bed” I huffed, pulling the covers tighter around myse
After breakfast everyone scattered, leaving just my dad, mom, Alex, and Erik in the kitchen. Andrew followed Markus to see the finish results of the new buildings. Soon I'm hoping to get around to see them myself but this is the first time I've left the bedroom besides to see if I can walk up and down the stairs. The silence in this room is almost more annoying than them getting on my nerves about asking me if I’m okay.“ So are we just going to sit here and not say anything? Come on guys, when I was locked up in the room everyone had plenty to say.” I blurted out making them look around at each other.“ Dear, Sam was your best friend. We know it has to be hard finding out she was a part of having you killed and she is sitting in the basement right now and none of us want to rush your decision on what you are wanting to do ab
When I walked back upstairs no one looked at me. My dad and brother did all the cleaning up but didn’t talk to me or look my way when they came back upstairs either. Erik looked my way a couple times as we all sat at the kitchen table. I still haven’t washed my hands and the blood has dried and looking at them just makes me feel guilty. I just ripped my best friend's throat out… my best friend. She watched me grow up, we watched each other grow up because our parents got along and decided to let us all go to the same school. She sat with me through everything I’ve ever gone through trying to figure myself out. Now she lays in a hole in the ground somewhere because she wasn’t able to keep things about me to herself and helped people who wanted me dead. The room grew glumly and everyone was just looking at each other confused. Erik cleared his throat as if he was going to say something but instead he just stood up making the creaking of the chair feel t