Chapter Sixty Four

Emily's POV 

I was about to leave when I heard him murmur, “Don't go, Emily. Don't leave me.”

I looked at him painfully and smiled, “It's alright, Fayne. You'll be fine. You're a strong man.”

Then I walked out of my room and flipped my hair back.

Beth was outside, tapping her feet against the ground firmly.

“I’m ready,” I told her.

“Good.” 

She accessed me from head to toe and then shook her head.

“No. Something's wrong.”

“What's wrong?” I asked her.

“Your outfit.” She responded.

“Come on with me, I think I have something good to sneak you into. Although it might not be the best but it is something.”

I entered the hut with her and she led me to her room. She opened the closet and handed me a dress that was green and soft looking.

“Change into this and meet me outside,” she told me.

I collected the cloth from her and changed into it and then looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like the way that I did when I was living with Fayne. So young and innocent.

When I walked outside, Beth gave me a look.

“Hmm, you look incredibly good. Are you sure the man you brought isn't your husband?”

I felt red in the cheeks which made me clear my throat.

“No, he's just a friend.” 

I walked over to her and she nudged me. “If you say so.”

“Where's your farm?” I asked her.

“Over there!”

She pointed at the piece of open land several walks away from her hut.

“It's not too far away.” I said.

“Well yeah, I can't go further than that before I'm too afraid that I'll run into werewolves and boom, it will be the end of my life.”

I blinked. “I'm incredibly sorry for the damages you suffered when the werewolves strummed your lands.”

“My mother died because of those damn werewolves! I'm never going to forgive them because of what happened. Ever!”

I bowed my head to her. “I'm so incredibly sorry.”

If only she knew that I was a werewolf. If so, what would her reaction be? Would she be willing to kill me?

I also didn't want to bring much trouble to her. The place that I had left Viper's body was so porous for Mattoe’s warriors to see. I wondered if Matteo would come for me after realizing what I had done.

“Hey, why should you be sorry? It's not your fault those stupid werewolves decided to strip we humans of every single thing we got.” Beth said.

“I’m sorry about the death of your mother. No one deserves to go through any of that.” I said.

“Oh..” Beth sighed, taken aback by my generousity and kindness.

“Well, it's okay now. At first I was hurt, but now I have hobbies to keep me straight. Medicine is everything for me, and agriculture.” Then she giggled as though recalling something.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Guess how old I am?”

Thoughtfully, I said, “Peharps in your mid-thirties.”

She bursted into laughter and shook her head. “I'm seventy one.”

“What?!”

I took a step back in shock. How could she be that old? It didn't make any sense! She could be an asset to my great cause if she was telling the truth.

“Are you talking me the truth?!”

“Yes,” she responded calmly, looking a bit offended that I did not believe her.

“Then how old was your mother?”

“She was killed by the werewolves at the ripe age of eighty nine. That poor woman didn't get to live ninety.”

“Wow.” I was shocked.

“You look so young. Your medicine is really great! Does looking youthful has its side effects?”

Beth smiled. “Although I look young, I still feel the effects of aging like sore back and weak knees.”

“Do you have a disciple?” I asked.

She cackled out loud. “And why would you ask that?”

I didn't feel confident enough to answer her.

“You mean someone that will take over my legacy?”

I nodded. “Precisely.”

“Well, I don't have a disciple to pass my heritage too. But I'm also not going to die young so I'm not scared.”

“Ma'am, you're seventy one. You're passing the threshold of living to some people.”

“Pfft. Live has only begun.” She said and I sighed, deciding to leave her to her own ideologies.

“Come on, let's go to the farm, we've been chatting here for too long.” Beth told me and we walked over of the farm.

When we got to the farm, I was in awe from how it looked. We were surrounded by a lot of food items. It was refreshing to see. But that was not all, there was a collectable of ripe vegetables fresh for harvesting as well as some medicinal plants and fruits.

Beth and I harvested the items she wanted and then we headed back.

“Should I make the food?” I asked. “Afterall, you've helped my friend and I enough.”

Beth smiled. “If you insist.”

So I went to the kitchen and made some black bean and corn relish. When I was done, I served some on a plate and went to the room Fayne was in. By now, he was awake and it made me a little embarrassed knowing that we had kissed.

“You're awake,” I decided to not sound overbearing.

Fayne didn't say anything, he simply just stared at me which made me feel a bit insecure.

“Here,” I handed him the food. “You should have it. It'll help you recover.”

Fayne collected the meal with his good hand and ate the meal as though he had never eaten anything else before. When he was done, I turned back to leave only to hear him whisper.

“It hurts.”

I scoffed and walked to the exit of the room. “Don't think I'll be at your very beck and call just because you're sick.”

“I'm not lying, Emily. It really hurts.”

I became nervous so I turned around to face him only to see that he had passed out again!