Chapter 32 First spark
The first spark
Milo’s POV
It's been a while since, master left for the meeting.
I had not moved away from the bed since he left. I sat on the bed, just staring into space for hours now, my legs swinging down from the bed.
The room was quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like a vacuum, sucking every little piece of me into a hollow space I didn’t know how to crawl out from.
Every time I closed my eyes, it was like I was transported back to the time of the arena. The sound of the whip, the screams and the taunting of the people seated at the stands continued to play in my head on repeat on and on, like a time loop cycle. I would still flinch unconsciously every time there was a sudden sound.
My heart was still sore, like something that was broken, then roughly stitched back, barely holding on. and even though I looked alright physically, I feared that it might take a while for me to heal mentally. Master has tried to get me to talk, yeah out of pity, guilt, and all, but it did nothing to ease my panic. I didn’t even say a word to him... I couldn’t.
I knew he was forced to declare my punishment, but it didn't hurt any less knowing that. I could still feel the weight of his eyes before he left. It had that almost pleading look, but for some reason, I couldn't even meet his eyes. Maybe it's because I and my wolf felt betrayed…
I couldn’t believe it, but I desperately needed to talk to someone. Somebody that I trust in this dark moment of my life to pour out my sorrows and pain, but unfortunately, I had no one.
Daphne, the head maid, is the only woman that was kind to me in this pack. Maybe my only friend, but that was the problem. She was a busy woman who worked round the clock. Always busy organizing the hundreds of servants and maids in the big palace.
Another option was to step outside and free my head from all the dark thoughts, but that would mean abruptly disobeying masters orders…
I shivered.
I didn’t even want to go out and face the wicked world that had condemned me like an abomination. The same people are responsible for my pain.
My fingers brushed over the plasters that covered my bruises on my skin, expecting to wince in pain,
But I felt nothing.
I blinked, “the hell !…”
I checked my body thoroughly, even poking at my bandaged ribs and my back area, but still nothing. I leaned down, raising my shirt carefully as I peeled the bandage on my upper body, but to my dismay, only faint scars remained.
What?
The wound that was throbbing a little, this morning i woke up… it was gone.
Just smooth skin, and the faintest sign of a scar remained.
My body was healing… maybe a little too fast.
Fear coiled in my gut.
I wasn’t an Alpha. I wasn’t even a real wolf. I was just…A boy with a werewolf gene, but without even a wolf?
Well, not until the day I woke up.
"Why am I healing so fast?" I asked in panic, to no one in particular or maybe, to the snarky voice I knew was buried inside me.
"Because it’s only natural, dummy," the familiar voice rumbled in my head. I couldn't be more grateful for the rude voice. "You heal faster than an average wolf because you are something more than just a common wolf."
I froze.
"More?" I repeated, slowly. "What does that even mean?"
There was a pause, followed by a deep silence. For a moment, I panicked that he would not answer the question.
"You’ll know with time," my wolf said at last, I could sense the cockiness in his tone. "But know this, Milo, You are stronger than you think. I am a special wolf that only appears once in a lifetime.”
Special wolf? Once in a lifetime? I furrowed my brows. Confusion swirling inside my head, like a cloud of smoke.
“You said you are a special wolf? How does it have to do with my strange healing abilities? Who are you even? Do you have a name or something?…”
Different questions kept on popping up in my head.
I needed answers, and the only person who could give me the answers was the snarky voice in my head.
“I can't say much. But my name is Lior, and I am your wolf. You were never meant to be weak, as you know, werewolves find their wolves automatically when they turn 18 years, but yours was different. You needed a little push to find yours. And that push came during your punishment. Inhuman hearing, strength, and speed are natural abilities of werewolves when they get their wolf.”
I couldn’t breathe for a second. My brain tried to process everything I was hearing.
“But why am I not feeling the strength to push down these walls? These abilities you talked about, where are they?”
“Soon they will start manifesting. Yours started with healing because your body needed it urgently to stay alive. Hence why it was the first to manifest.” Lior’s voice trailed off.
Me? Strong?
It didn’t feel real to me. It felt like a fantasy story of another person. Fairy Stories that are being told to children on a full moon night.
But the evidence was there. All the aches in my body were gone. The ugly wounds were almost non-existent. The truth was so real
And terrifying.
I didn’t think about it anymore, I immediately stopped myself from thinking about it.
Instead, my eyes fell on the side bedstand. My eyes widened, finally seeing the tray of food placed on the table, as if it was waiting for me to notice it all this while. A tantalizing scent hit my nosebuds, my mouth watered.
And as if by coincidence, my stomach chose that moment to grumble out aloud in an embarrassing way.