The Broken Werewolves: The Guardian (BxB)

Chapter 2: Dave, My Mate

Chapter 2
Dave, My Mate

As I deeply gaze at my mate's unconscious figure, I look back at the times we were talking. Dave's hands are always flying whenever he tells someone a good and exciting story, and his face looks like a Christmas tree, shining brightly, making everyone smile as they listen to the story that Dave's telling them. Even before, when he talked to me, a few days ago, he was telling me about the story on how he got tripped because he was really dancing hard and was trying to make everyone laugh, though he tried really hard, but nobody seemed to laugh at his joke, not until he tripped and fell his butt on the ground. The whole time he was talking, his face scrunched up into different expressions; amazed, sad, and playful. I was watching him intently, my heart fluttering as he spoke. All I noticed was his lips, and how it moved as he talked, almost rambling the story. I so badly wanted to kiss him that day, to devour his lips and I was hoping for him to kiss me back. I always thought how his lips would taste. Would it be soft? Would it perfectly mold against mine? It did. It molded against mine and I was surprised at how soft his lips were. When I kissed him, I wished that he would wake up, just like the ones in the fairy tale; in the Sleeping Beauty story, but this time, it was my mate that was waiting for his prince charming instead of a princess.

The first time I have kissed him when we first brought him to the basement three days ago. Kieran said that he was still alive and we brought him to the infirmary; to Beige so his wounds would be tended as soon as possible. I'd be lying if I say that I wasn't scared at all. No, I was really scared because my mind has been flashing negative thoughts and I couldn't push them away no matter what I did. If I pushed it back, it would continue to hunt me, to put pain in my heart. I couldn't think straight at all. All I knew was that Dave needed me and I needed him.

It was my fault. If it wasn't because of me, if I should have been faster, I would have been able to save him. The memory is still fresh inside my head, flashing and replaying like a broken record. Dave has seen the rogues and he had a frightened expression etched across his face. His body went pale and shaky as he watched the rogues. He ran and I followed him, calling his name. Dave went straight to the wilderness. Since there were a lot of blood everywhere, I couldn't sense my mate at all. I couldn't seen which direction he took when he ran off from the rogues. I went to search for him, frantically. But I couldn't find him, so I decided to go back to the Pack Land. When I got there, Dave was already being attacked by a rogue, and Dave fought the gruesome, blood-hungry creature with all his might, even though he was really scared, looking like he wanted to bolt out as fast as possible, his knees wobbly.

I ran towards the direction of the rogue but the rogue had already attacked Dave, which caused Dave to stumble back and he fell on the ground, head first and ever since then, he was unconscious up to now. I attacked the rogue, almost killing him but I just couldn't ignore my mate, so I let the rogue ran off and hoped that he would be killed in behalf of me and my mate.

"Perry, you need to rest," a voice says behind me and I look over my shoulder to see Marcus leaning on the doorway, arms crossed across his chest as his set his eyes on me with sadness. "You haven't eaten yet. Dave would be mad if he were to see you like this."

"No," I croak, looking back at my mate with teary eyes. I know Marcus is trying to help me with this, but he doesn't understand me at all; the situation. If his mate were in the same condition as Dave is right now, he would be able to understand what I'm going through right now. Dave needs me. Even if I spend my life with staying here beside him every day, every hour, every minute or second, I will do it without giving it a second thought. "Dave needs me. What if he wakes up and I'm not here? I should be the first one he'd see when he wakes up." My heart clenches at the sight of him. His head has a white bandaged wrapped around it and there's an IV set up on his arm. The beep of the machine beside Dave's bed indicates that he's still alive. "I can't lose him, Marcus. I'd die if he..."