The Werewolf's Perfect Mistake: [Book2 In Adalaid Wolfe Series]

Chapter 26: Don't You Ever Forget

I'd fallen asleep to the soothing sound of rain slamming against the roof, dripping down the sides in skinny streams before falling into puddles on the concrete. But I awoken with a jerk, a heavy pounding filling my ears as my brown hair flared across my tired face as I tried desperately to tame it with one sleepy hand. I reached out for my lamp with the other, turning it on with a small click followed closely with a flash of light. My head was spinning as I sat still, allowing the loud knock to pervade my home as I slowly pulled myself to my feet. Without the protection my comforter had provided the room was cool, and as I entered the hallway and the knocking faded into a tap, I realized I was dressed in nothing but gym shorts that I'd matched with a tank top. Suddenly, I could feel my wolf whimpering within my chest as I quickened my pace into a sprint an raced down the staircase. I quickly flicked on the lights to the living room before pulling the door open anxiously, my eyes instantly transfixed on a pair of glistening blue ones set ablaze in the gentle light of the moon.

"Morning gorgeous." He slurred between a cough and it  was obvious then he'd been drinking; But I paid no attention to the words slipping for his soft lips as the strong smell of blood filled my sensitive nostrils. I quickly scanned him with my still exhausted eyes, a small whimper escaping me as my gaze locked onto the front of Eric's hoodie where a large gash revealed itself through a tattered slit. Blood seeped through the wound, the tissue beneath his skin painfully obvious. I gasped as Eric let out a pained groan, blood seeping down onto my concrete porch. I could feel my wolf going wild within my chest as I quickly ushered him into the living room, ignoring the blood that trailed behind our slow steps. "I'm bleeding a lot." Eric pointed out, his voice barely over a whisper. I could tell he was trying to make a joke out of it from the small smirk that played it's way onto his lips, but I was in Luna mode, the need to help my mate over powering any need I might have had for humor.

"I can see that." I sighed while helping him lower himself softly onto the couch. My heart pounding so hard within my chest I could hear it beating at my sensitive ear drum. Slowly, I glided a pair of scissors beneath his hooded Hollister sweatshirt, cutting it off in a haste and then following suit with his no longer white t-shirt. "Do you know what happened Eric?" I questioned doing my best to keep him up and responsive until I could finish tending to him and his wound.

"I..." His voice drifted and I could see his eyes beginning to close shut as I raced to the bathroom and grabbed my first aid kit, my hands trembling as I press a damp towel onto the wound in attempt to clean it a bit, flinching as blood continued to spew. As the towel becomes consumed in blood, I wince as pain shoots up my arms and I stare down into the wound, tiny chucks of silver glistening in the living room light. "I was with Ariel tonight..." He admits as I slowly pull out the tweezers, nodding before pulling each chuck out carefully. This time more then unconcerned about him flinching. I could feel the jealousy rising withing me as I count 48 small and pointed shards of silver falling down into a glass I'd placed to collect them. The wound was large, spreading from right below Eric right armpit to his left hip, making me flinch just by looking at it. With all the different emotions flowing through me it was a struggle to remember my Luna training, but I did my best to stay focused. The silver that had been plunged into the wound was now preventing it from healing, and I made a mental note to call my mother and ask about it. I slowly began to drench the wound in peroxide before pulling out a needle and thread, bottom lip tucked almost painfully between my bottom and top teeth.

I knew the wound needed to be stitched up, but I never thought, even while learning how to from my mother, that I'd need to stitch up my own mate. "This... Is going to hurt okay?" I sighed, looking up at Eric. His blue eyes were in slits and although I could see he was drowsy, he still managed a slight nod, all his focus on me. Slowly I threaded through Eric's gentle flesh, stopping every now and again to allow him to catch his breath. Once I'd finished, which felt as if hours later when actually only 45 minutes, I lightly cleaned the stitches up and wrapped a bandage snugly over his torso. Then, I look up at Eric. "Come on, I think you'd be more comfortable in my bed." I smirked falsely, pushing the last time I'd seen him from my head.