Conner’s POV
I watched awed as my mate takes down twenty of our best warriors in a minute. I didn’t know Gemma could fight like that. My feet are still rooted to the sa spot ten seconds after Gemma left with the girls.
"EVERYONE GO HO! THOSE OF YOU WHO FOUGHT ET IN MY OFFICE!" I shouted using my alpha voice.
Those I called on looked scared. They should be. After punishing all the wolves, Brittney with the worst punishnt of all, I waited for my mate to co back. She had so questions to answer.
I heard the chatter of the girls and I walked over to the door standing with my arms crossed. The girls entered and their smiles disappeared when they saw . They were all carrying bags, Gemma more than them all.
I cleared my throat. "Gemma we need to talk." I said sternly. She sighed, dropped her bags and walked to the kitchen. We all followed her and we were taking our seats. Then the most unexpected, thrilling, mind boggling, shocking thing happened.
Gemma spoke.
"If I’m going to be lectured and whatnot by Conner, I should at least have nutella. Maybe then, I’ll explain my shitty life better."
Her voice was angelic. Beautiful. She had an Australian accent that made it even more musical. Everyone turned to her and looked at her in shock. She opened the fridge getting out nutella. Opening the tin, she looked at us and spoke. Again.
"Who needs a spoon? God created fingers for a reason right?" She said. We were still looking at her in shock.
"I wonder what’s wrong with them? Never seen a girl lick nutella off her fingers before?" she asked before sticking her fingers in a jar and licking them.
I finally found my voice and said "Gemma.... you spoke."
"What?" she asked.
"You did it again." Jenny added.
"No I di-" she started bringing her fingers to her mouth. She paused when she realized we were right.
Her eyes widened. Fear written all over her face, she dropped the nutella.
"No no no no no no. They would hear . No noise. Shhhh. No noise, no pain. No noise. No sound. Shut up. Please stop talking. Stop!" She muttered to herself. She looked lost in thought before she crumbled to the floor sobbing. She held her legs close to her and her arms wrapped around themselves.
My chest ached. I moved closer to pull her in my arms but every ti I touched her, she would scream and pull back.
Her actions hurt. Seeing her like this hurt. I stopped trying to help her. It was no use. I just sat there in the floor watching my mate cry until she passed out.
Gemma’s POV
When I woke up, I was in a bedroom. It wasn’t the one at Conner’s house but it still faintly slled like him. I looked out the window seeing the pack house. Lake sparkling against the warm sun. Wolves happily mingling whilst I lay here. Numb. I couldn’t move. Only open my eyes, sleep, eat and breathe. It’s like my mind went into defence mode by shutting down. Conner ca in a couple of tis trying to get to talk, move, anything. I just lay there. Like a leaf waiting for the wind to take her. Jenny and the others ca too. I just simply refused to move.
I couldn’t feel Winter anymore. I would be concerned if I wasn’t a Gemma zombie. Soon, Conner ca to feed . Sotis it was Jenny maybe Caroline and Ash once in a while. I hated this. How my past got to . In that state of paralysis, my only companion were mories and thoughts. The mories are horrible. I didn’t have any good ones. Maybe before mom died but even those were faint.
I started to rember small details about my life. Like the fear I have most is the man with one eye. He would hurt the most. His torture so bad I had thought of suicide.
I rember once during a torture session, I blacked out. Waking up in the closet with entirely new slls. At first I brushed it off thinking they needed more use for up here and not down in their dungeons. I never saw the one eyed man again. Was I even in moon dust pack dungeons in the first place? Now I think I have to look into it once I get back on my feet. I’ve also been thinking of how I may have started talking. Rember the witch? Yep. Her voodoo mint did this to . I can’t say I’m angry just unprepared. I wish I could just get up!
I need more answers. And I can finally ask them. Plus I stink.
Conner’s POV
When Gemma woke up, she was just a shell of herself. Physically she was here but ntally, she was in Narnia. I was worried. I tried so hard to get her to talk. Soon, I gave up and decided to take care of her. It’s been hard managing her and the pack in one go but I would do it a thousand tis for her. Axle hasn’t talked to since. He’s shut down. I can still feel him but.... he’s just not into it. He says he can’t feel Winter, Gemma’s wolf.
Gemma just needs to get out of her head. Because I don’t know how much longer I can hold onto my sanity without her beside .
Jenny POV
Gemma has been unresponsive since she talked. I want to know why. I tried talking to her but it was like talking to a fucking wall. I even tried to shout in her ear. No flinch. I want her here with . She was the reason I’m still in this pack.
Now I’m here, watching her favourite show, IZombie with a huge tub of vanilla ice cream, gummy bears and kit kats. Exactly what she would eat. I watched as Liv told Major he was seeings things after being attacked. I wasn’t even paying attention.
I was just crying. Crying for Gemma, my best friend, sister and PIC (Partner In Cri). Crying because of the shitty life I’ve lived. Crying because of what Xavier did to and crying because if Gemma didn’t get out of her state of paralysis, everything i had done would be for nothing.
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