It was almost ten pm. Elyssa stepped out of the shower with steam smouldering from her body. Her wet wisp of hair was splattered on her face and a towel was tied across her chest. She hadn't intended to stay long in the shower but her endless sprouts of thoughts had caused the delay.
She wiped herself clean, dried her hair, and slid into her flimsy midnight blue nightgown, ready for bed but sleep wasn't forthcoming. The bed kept dipping as she turned from side to side, uneasiness gripping her. The thought of the men who happened to bear the same surname lingered in her mind.
A sigh escaped her nostrils as she made her way to the kitchen to heat a glass of milk. When she was younger, her foster mom always made one for her to help her relax and sleep better.
Her hands enveloped the milk mug and she almost took a sip when she realized she had forgotten to shut her louvres. She cradled down her mug on the table and held the tilt rod to pull it down when something stopped her.
"Oh goodness, if that man is still out there, he'll probably be dead. All that pain coupled with the cold." She thought staring at velvet of darkness outside the window.
She made a snort of empathy and pulled it down. While reaching for her mug, a ray of hope flashed.
"No," she voiced. "He might still be alive and I need to save himself. I can't just leave him to die, no!"
For some reason that was traceable to her being a nurse, she gathered herself up and matched out in the dark, holding nothing but her flashlight to go save a life. She made up her mind to knock him out and drag him if he refused her help again, no matter what.
Arriving at the same spot she met the hurt stranger, her mouth fell open in shock as there was no one there. She peered and probed the bushes with her flashlight but there was no sign of a human, only the flickers of fireflies and the monotonous chirping of crickets.
She checked for blood trails. He was badly hurt and the bleeding was much, certainly, there must be trails if he tried staggering his way off. But to her greatest surprise, there was not a single drop of blood.
Her knees crouched as she checked for footprints. At first, there were few normal human footprints but then after, four fairly large footprints sunk a bit deeper into the moist earth. One thing was for sure, they weren't humans. Could he have been taken by a wild animal?
Air rushed out heavily from her blared nostrils at the thought of that. If he was truly taken by a wild animal then it might just come for her since she was outside. She stood and rushed back inside, her eyes almost bloodshot as she glanced around in fear and paranoia.
She thought of calling the police right away but suddenly a call from her hospital disrupted her plan. "Ely, come to the hospital as soon as possible. There's a fire incident, and we need your help right now!"
What fire incident? She thought, her sleek brows furrowing in confusion.
Before she could utter a word, the other side hung up the call. Therefore, Elyssa tried her best speed and arrived at the hospital, only seeing a chaotic scene. There were ambulances and news vans parked outside and a crowd of reporters waiting at the entrance. She wondered what was going on.
"Uhmm… Ely?" Her colleagues called out.
"Yeah?"
"A patient was admitted to your ward," she said. "I think he's one of the fire victims. Room 19 to be precise."
"Ok," She said and headed out.
With the fire victims and the insane amount of people trouping in and out of the hospital like bees, she expected the wards to be filled to burst. It was a long busy week ahead and unsurprisingly, she was braced for it, trying not to think too much about yesterday's incidents.
She packed her hair neatly all back and tied them into a ponytail. The room door creaked open as she jerked the handle. She was greeted by a strong, built physique lying on the bed.
"I was told you were a fire victim? So how did the fire happen?" She said without eye contact, latex gloves snapping as she dipped her fingers.
There was no response. She wore a surgical mask, turned, and walked to the edge of the bed, now facing the patient whose large nose seemed to taper at the base, giving him the fierce look of a bird of prey.
"Take off your shirt, I need to see the burns."
Slowly, he took off his shirt and to her surprise, she saw what looked like burnt lacerations, not the normal degree burns she had expected. Her memory couldn't help but race back to the hurt stranger – Landon. Could this be him? He had the same injury on his right side. But after she took a closer look at his face, she shook her thoughts away. She saw Landon's face clearly, so certainly, he wasn't him.
Squinting, she sat on the bed and ran her gloved fingers across his broken skin and he stifled a wince.
"It hurts, right? But your wound is already healing this fast. It's kind of amazing," her eyes widened. "I think I'll be needing your blood sample."
She got up, heading to her table for a syringe when he called her back.
"What for?" He blurted, jerking forward.
"I'll be sending it to the lab scientist to run some tests. I think your blood contains special fibrinogens and it might be of great use, if not now then in the future---"
"That won't be necessary, " he countered. "I'm a very busy man and I don't like seeing needles in my body. Just bandage me up, let me be on my way."
"It won't hurt—"
"No, nurse. I don't want it." He almost yelled and Elyssa crossed her arms, slightly angered by it.
"Ok, you didn't have to yell," she said.
"Sorry, it wasn't intentional." He apologized although he didn't look like he meant it.
"I have to go get some supplies, I will be back in no time." She headed out.
As soon as the door squeaked open, he recognized the tall muscular brute who walked in.
He quickly knelt down on the floor, trembling with fear and respect. He had hoped it was Elyssa, the kind nurse who had tended to his wounds.
Nicolai's lips curled to a satisfying smirk. He loved the authority and fear his presence carried.
"Please Alpha Nicolai, " the patient pleaded. "I promise it won't happen again."
"You have proven yourself unworthy and I don't give second chances," Nicolai said, his voice calm and authoritative as he swaggered to him. "I made you the chief commander of that mission and your sole duty was just to kill that desperate Landon, but you failed me."
"Please let me—"
"How hard could it be?" He cut him off.
Nicolai was now close to him and with a single jerk of his head, motioned him to sit on the bed which he reluctantly did, quivering with fear.
"He was hurt when he left the settlement. You chased after him with half of our pack, so why didn't you finish him?"
Amongst his array of top priorities was killing Landon and taking control of his pack(Moonblaze pack) first then Edric and his Silverglow pack would be the next on the list. Eliminating the cursed brothers was his sole mission and he will stop at nothing till his goal was achieved.
"He healed---" he stammered. "And he got me with his wolfsbane claws, I barely made it out alive."
Nicolai snorted in disgust. He had no patience for unworthy members who was even unable to finish his mission. A range of punishment options reeled in his mind as he mused over the scared kitten in front of him - Banishment? Slaughtering? Hanging? Castration? Dismembering? Burning him alive? Or his favourite – ripping the guts out?
Nicolai decided to go with the last one. He grabbed his neck and squeezed hard, feeling his pulse weaken under his fingers. He watched with satisfaction as his eyes bulged and his mouth gasped for air.
However, Nicolai just sneered and his wolf features started to emerge. His fangs grew longer, his nails sharper, his eyes redder. “My chief commander, sorry, cause that excuse isn’t enough to redeem you from what am about to do to you.”
He was about to rip open his chest when he heard footsteps afar, so he immediately shifted back and decided to kill the intruder no matter if he or she had seen his wolf. Humans can never know they existed.
The next second, the door swung open and Elyssa walked in, stunned at what she saw. She dropped the tray she was carrying and screamed.