Chapter 80 The commotion
Chapter 80: The commotion
Milo’s POV
A week later
It had been a week since that fateful night.
A week since mas…Damon had taken me apart and stictched me back together in ways i couldn't explain…
I don't think I even wanted to think about that day that was accompanied with both horror and sweet memories.
I continued to drag myself through the day, that seemdd to bleed into one another. Everything already patterned and laid out for me, to follow blindly.
My days starts in the pack hospital, offering one pint of blood everyday for the past three days now. Damon had refused at first but after series of exolanations that it won't harm or affect me in any way because us werewolves have high metabolism and high regeneration. Coupled with my flash healing abilities. After much difficulty he had reluctantly agreed, with one condition…
To follow me for my procedures everyday.
After which my training sections immediately begins, with master taking me on a death match instead of a sparing Training session, that would leave me gasping and my muscles aching to take a break.
Every But there was no rest. Damon made sure of that. Sometimes, I wondered if that was what he wanted… to break and grind me to my last breath, until nothing was left but bone and obedience. But that has been one of the biggest mysteries after that said day.
He had changed.
And i noticed that the air around us have never been the same after that night.
His anger was still there, always sharp and brutal in the training ground to the extent I would feel like all my bones are shattering into pieces, but that is where it ends, else where he treats me in a softer and kinder way than before. Almost… protective of me, like some important thing he could bare to let go.
He'd walked me to the hospital everyday, his hands firmly at the small of my back, his presence alone was like a shield that protected me from the malicious stares of the pack members. I could feel it in their stares, their greed and dark gazes that seemed to follow me every time like an evil shadow.
But Damon's scary and alpha presence always keeps them away.
He didn't leave me alone anymore. Not even in his room. Either a trusted guard will be at the door or Cornelius that continues to hover around, irritating the hell out of me.
The air outside the pack hospital was cooler and fresher than the pungent stale air of the hospital, that was filled to the brim with new cases of casualties.not even my daily supply of blood could thin the growing casualties, and no matter how the nurses and doctors have tried, they still can't find the cure.
I took air into my lungs, to sooth the weight that pressed on my chest like a heavy load. My veins still ached from the needles where they drew my blood from. Damon walked beside me, his presence an ever solid assurance I didn’t know I desperately needed.
People still glared at me silently, I could hear their hushed whispers every time I passed a group or circle of crowd. The name “Ashbourne wolf” constantly on their lips as their topic of discussion.
I tried to keep my head high, pretending that I didn't hear their whispers. But Damon’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“What’s in your head, little one?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
A low chuckle came from him, carrying with it a warmth that spread from my head to my toes. “You are a terrible liar.” He leaned closer, and before I could dodge, his heavy arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me flushed against his warm body. My breath caught in my throat. My face heated up, as I tried to escape from his tight hold. “Tell me, now Milo.”
I whimpered despite myself, my omega genes kicking in like flashed as I melted under his hold, almost purring but I caught myself at the last moment.
“I don't want to bother…” what i wanted to say died in my mouth. From his deadpan expression, I realised how serious he was. Damon never asked questions, and from his tone, he needed an answer.
“It’s…” I sighed, my voice faltering. “The event… the pack is preparing for something, aren’t they?”
His eyes flicked toward me for a moment, like he wanted to get out the truth in me, but after some time of probing, he spoke out. “Are you talking about the full moon gathering? It's the monthly pack event, and it's our way of binding as a pack. Why are you asking about it.?”
I hesitated, almost facepalming myself as I had the premonition that he would ask this. I bite the inside of my cheek hard, tasting crimson. This was something I didn't know how to tell him about, and Cornelius had made me swear not to tell him,That was one of his numerous conditions for granting me my freedom. My chest swelled painfully, Damon pressed me even closer, the heat of his body slowly invading my senses.
My eyes widened in panic, I realised I wanted to tell him, all my veins and nerves screamed to obey him, despite my struggle not to. I backed away, my back hitting the nearest wall. Damon towered over me, catching me off guard. A small confident smile tugged at his lips.
“Soo…you are keeping something from me.” he stated almost like he was offended, coming even closer.
My wolf screamed in my head to tell him, my inbreed instincts to appease him rose up inside me, my mouth parted ready to start spilling…
“Ahhhhh!!”
A loud commotion suddenly erupted, cutting the tension. Our head snapped towards the training ground that was close by almost at the same time.
Damon's body stiffened, before one more look at me, he moved towards the commotion.
The sound of the crowd was ugly, and bloodthirsty as I pushed through the sweaty bodies of screaming people, as I tried to catch up with Damon, who was moving very fast disappearing in the distance.
I reached the training ground amidst panting and heaving for air but what I saw made my blood run cold.
I froze.