Reject and regret later

Chapter 26

Spirit P.o.v.

I stood there frozen.

It's like time has slowed down, and the only thing I could hear was my breathing.

I was mesmerized by those beautiful ice blue eyes.

Somehow though, I kept on walking until I was in front of him.

Wood towers above me so I had to look up to look him in the eyes.

I stood there for what felt like hours, but was only a couple seconds.

My gaze wandered to the middle of his really well defined chest, but I willed it to stop there.

Suddenly, the urge to ask the question that haunted me for the last two years, overwhelmed me.

"Why?"

Why did he do what he did?

Why did he have sex with my sister and make her Luna?

Was I not good enough?

Why didn't he step up as a true leader?

Why did he have to torture me and other people?

Why did he let his pack wither into the ground?

And most importantly, why did he reject me?

I asked myself these questions over and over again, coming up with agonizing answers, as to why he did everything that he did.

I tortured my self, because of him.

Even though I failed to notice it.

My gaze travelled back up into his eyes, wanting to read his emotions, to know what was going through his head.

And what I saw was unexpected.

The feelings that shot through them, almost swept me from my feet.

Regret, gratitude, determent, awe, lust, and the most beautiful of them all,

Love.

And it wasn't just any love you get from your parents or siblings.

It was the most pure form out of all.

The most you cold love somebody.

My stone heart I desperately tried to build up and maintain towards him, crumbled away in an instant.

But I couldn't trust him yet.

Not until I knew the whole story behind it.

He seemed to realize that to, and for a moment, there was sadness in his eyes, but that moment was enough for my feelings and those of my wolf to go into a frenzy.

But before matters would escalate, I smelt blood.

And not just any blood.

But the last blood.

You see, every single blood pigment has  a different smell to me.

It can change when it moves from different places of our body.

For example, the blood that oozes out of a simple cut, is what I like to call droplets.

They have a rather sweet smell, and with small to none traces of blood.

Next up are the gashes.

That type of blood comes out, by middle cuts, or deeper gashes.

It smells both sweet and metallic, but with deeper cuts, more on the metallic side.

And last but not least, the last blood.

It only comes out in life threatening wounds, and is, like the name says, the last blood that comes out before you die.

It has a really metallic smell, with only a hint of sweetness.

And that is exactly what I smelled.

Even though it hurt me to levels you can't imagine, I tore my eyes away from the person that holds all of my answers, and took a look around.

Noticing a tight circle of people around a specific spot, I knew that there laid a person very dear to them.

Stepping nearer, Wildfire ran over to me, with a panicked look in them.

"Alpha!", I whacked him on the back of his head.

Shocked, he rubbed the back of his head.

"How many times do I have to tell me to call me by my name Wildfire? Now move out of my way, there is a life at stake."

Moving closer, the people wouldn't let me through, which was understandable, but still annoying.

Having no other choice, I let some of my alpha/demon power seep through.

Feeling this, my old pack members almost jumped out of the way.

Now finally seeing what they were standing around, I almost stopped dead in my tracks.

In Darkfurs arms, laid a girl.

His mate I presume.

A hole was blown into her stomach.

She was sickly pale from all of the blood loss.

You could see the ground through her.

It was only a matter of time until her body would give out.

It was already a miracle that she held on so long.

I tried to step closer, but Darkfur growled at me.

Now I was really pissed.

I just wanted to help.

But he wasn't going to budge.

I really don't want to do this, but for the girls sake...

For a moment, I let my whole power radiate from me.

He flinched and looked at me with hope in his eyes.

"Please help her."

Finally!!!!

I kneeled down beside her, and put my hands on  the wound.

Without looking up, I said:"You owe me."

I let my healing powers run free from my fingers.

Watching her wound heal, I suddenly felt exhausted.

But before I blacked out, I said one final thing.

I'm back...