Erik POV
I 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
We joined each other in his office. If I said I felt guilt before now that’s an understatement. Looking at two people that threw our sleepovers and Sam's birthday parties. Celebration when we did good in school. I can feel my palms begin to sweat as we all settle into our seats.“ So what can we do for you Briella?” Sam's mom asked holding his hand in hers“ I wanted to discuss an incident that occurred.” I cleared my throat taking a gulp of the water they offered when we came into the room.“ Has something happened? You seem very upset.” Alpha Remmy was the nicest one around. At least when he’s in a good mood. Remmy has always been the nickname I’ve known him by, I’ve never really made it important to know his real name. He’s
It's been a few weeks since Sam’s funeral and I’m not sure but everything seems to finally fall back into the place. Not that I’ll ever forgive myself for killing her but I can’t let it ruin the rest of my life right? Erik and I agreed to finally leave back to his pack the day before thanksgiving. Nothing in this world would make me happier than to see her sitting at the end of the table yelling at Alex for eating all the rolls and at Ethan for spilling the gravy for the 5th time. When I told Ethan about Sam of course he cried but he understood nonetheless. I didn’t want to make him forgive me but he did. I told him I would understand if he hated me forever but he said that he couldn’t hate me for doing what I needed to. I made sure to tell him so he could join me at her funeral. Her parents didn’t look my way but honestly I wasn’t surprised. This morning Erik talked to me about how we needed to complete