I Saved Him, I Saved Her (Book 2 of Saving Series)

Chapter 25- Katie

I furrowed my brows and groaned while I started to become a part of the waking world again. My head pounded harder now that I was awake than when I was asleep, and it took all of my self-control not to groan again.

Everywhere ached, from the bottom of my feet to the tip of my toes, and I felt disgusting as if I was stuck in an area that was filthy and didn't have a place to become clean.

Where was I? How did I get here? What happened to me? I wondered, wondering if anyone knew where I was and what I was doing.

"Katie?" I heard someone ask through the fog that clouded my brain. Concern filled the person's voice, and I wondered why they were so worried and how long I had been out. "It's me, Aunt Jess. Can you do me a favor and open your eyes?"

Slowly, I opened my eyes before closing them again. My heart pounded in my chest, and fear settled on my shoulders like a warm blanket. I did not know where I was at, and I prayed that whatever I saw was a dream and not something else.

Aunt Jess was in front of me, hooked to the wall with chains on her wrists and her legs, and I didn't need to look at myself to see that I was trapped to the wall as well. Her face was bloody, and it looked like she had gotten in a fight with someone or something.

What happened? I silently wondered. What happened to me, to us?

Everything that had happened was a blur up to this point. It was as if a piece of my memory was missing or hidden, but why? Why was it missing or hidden? Was there any way to gain back those memories?

"Katie?" Aunt Jess asked, concerned. "Are you ok? What is it?"

'What happened?' I tried to sign but couldn't, and I had no idea if she saw it. I huffed and tried one last time. 'What happened?'

"I know that you don't like talking, but I think that you should," she said. "I can't see what you are signing."

I licked my lips and cleared my throat. Fear clutched my throat, taking away my voice, and I had no idea how I would get around this fear.

"You can do it," Aunt Jess said. Her voice was soothing and relaxing, and I could tell that there was a bit of coaxing in it. Her voice soft, barely above a whisper, but that didn't hide the power that I felt in it. "Take a deep breath and say something. I know that you are scared, but nothing will happen to you if you talk to me. I promise."

Someone scoffed somewhere to my left, and I had a feeling that they rolled their eyes. "I wouldn't tell her that, Luna," the voice, a male, said. "You don't know if something will happen to her or not."

"And neither do you," she replied, her voice colder than I had ever heard it. "So please, do not say a word and let me take care of this. Is that understood?" Warning and power filled her voice, and I had this urge to bow down and submit.

The male stayed stilet for a bit before he cleared his throat. "Yes, Luna," he replied. "My apologies."

I furrowed my brows and blinked, the word he called her echoing through my mind. Luna.

He called her Luna, and I had no idea why he did that because she was not a Luna; she was not a Werewolf. Was she?

Aunt Jess studied me, her eyes a darker gray. She looked older and wiser, filled with more knowledge than I had ever imagined. "You know about Werewolves." It was a statement and not a question, but I had to nod.

I licked my lips again and cleared my throat. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat again. "You do too," I said, my barely above a whisper and scratchy, and she nodded in confirmation.

"I do," she confirmed, not commenting about me talking. She acted like this was a normal day for her, the mute talking for the first time in years and only saying three words that meant a lot to her.

"How?"

"My grandfather and father were Hunters," she replied. She rolled her eyes when there were multiple growls of fear and scowled. "I was born from a Wallace, thank you very much," she sassed, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from snickering.

Murmurs of apologies filled the room around us, and I couldn't help but feel curious as to why they were apologizing to her and not cursing her any longer.

She huffed and turned her attention back to me. "My grandfather was respected and known around the Werewolf population," she said. She looked around with a critical gaze before she again looked at me. "I don't know how respected he was, but I do know that most packs respected him."

I bit my lip and nodded. "So, you aren't a Werewolf?"

"I have the Werewolf gene, but is not fully activated yet." She lifted her head and tested the restraints before she pursed her lips. "I think your "father," said that you were in the same boat as me."

"How?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. My whole body grew tense while I waited for her to say something. My breathing started to become labored while fear settled on me like a thick blanket.

Was she one of them? Was she something that my father wanted me to become?

Aunt Jess studied me before she slowly nodded, my face asking the questions that I was too scared to ask. "I am the same way," she replied.

I bit my lip to keep myself from gasping. My heart pounded harder and harder in my chest while I waited for verbal confirmation, even though the look on her face said it all.

"I am a Werewolf/Hunter hybrid with both dormant. I can be used as a weapon to control and kill the Werewolf population that I have sworn to protect. I am the one that they want, and so, are you."