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Lucas's Perspective
The deep, soothing thrum of hospital machinery filled the otherwise sterile quiet, a chorus of steady blips and whirrs punctuating the heavy air. All around, pale artificial light painted everything in hues of white and gray, blurring the edges of real and surreal. In the center of it all, Isaac lay on a narrow bed, connected to monitors that beeped rhythmically—a trono for his heart, signaling that life persisted. His breath was slow, steady—strong.
I lingered just inside the doorway, silent, feeling a mix of exhaustion and a strange relief wash over . For a few minutes, it was just and the constant electronic hum, ti stretching out like elastic.
When his eyelids fluttered, I leaned forward without aning to. His eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then locking onto .
And the second he saw —he knew.
Recognition flickered behind his gaze. Not surprise. Not fear. Just... clarity. He rembered.
We didn't speak right away. There was sothing about the silence that felt sacred, like breaking it too soon would shatter whatever fragile bridge had ford between us.
Finally, I broke it. "Did you talk to the sheriffs about last night?"
He nodded slowly.
"What did you tell them?"
He gave a small shrug, voice still scratchy. "Told them I was with my dad. We were working late at the cetery—just like always. Then outta nowhere, this… monstrous monkey thing attacked us." He paused and offered a dry, almost sheepish smile. "Said I got knocked out before I could see anything else."
I raised an eyebrow.
Isaac held my gaze, then added with a small smirk, "It's not like I can tell them I saw the new kid from school snap that monster's neck like it was a damn toothpick. Pretty sure they'd wheel straight to Eichen House."
That finally managed to pull a soft laugh out of , breaking through the tension. For the first ti that day, I actually smiled.
"You're dealing with this surprisingly well," I said.
Isaac's smirk vanished, replaced by a faraway seriousness. His voice dropped to sothing more vulnerable. "I rember that thing on top of ... claws in the air, teeth ready for my throat. I rember thinking... 'this is it.' And then you ca out of nowhere. Kicked it off like it weighed nothing."
He paused.
"You saved my life, Lucas."
I didn't say anything.
He stared down at his right hand, slowly flexing his fingers, then looked back at . "But… I also rember how bad it was. I an, I was dying, right?"
I nodded once. "You were."
His voice was quiet. "So what happened? I an... I feel fine now. Better than fine. What did you do?"
I stepped closer. "I did the only thing that could save you."
He blinked.
"I gave you the Bite."
His brows pulled together. "The... bite?"
"You were too far gone for an ambulance. A few ribs were broken, your lungs were filling with blood. You wouldn't have made it another five minutes. So I gave you the Bite to trigger the healing."
His lips parted slightly, as if he thought he misheard.
"I turned you into a werewolf," I said, without flinching.
Isaac scoffed, half-laughing, but it died in his throat when he saw I wasn't joking. "…Wait. You're serious?"
I nodded.
He stared at . "So… what? I'm a werewolf now? I'm gonna grow fangs and claws and howl at the moon?"
"You'll grow fangs, yes. Claws too," I said evenly. "But there's more to it than that."
He leaned back into the bed, eyes scanning the ceiling like he hoped it might give him answers. I gave him space, let him breathe.
Then he looked at again. "So… what does this an? What happens now?"
I t his gaze.
"It ans your life just got a lot more complicated. You're part of a world with monsters, hunters, ancient codes, and traditions. And you're not human anymore."
He swallowed hard, trying to process.
"But it also ans you're not alone," I added. "You're part of my pack now, Isaac."
His eyes widened just slightly. It was a lot to take in. I could feel the questions lining up in his head, but he didn't ask them yet. Instead, he just looked at —like really looked at —for the first ti since waking up.
"There's a lot to explain." I told him. "It won't be easy. But I'll be with you every step of the way."
There was silence again, but this ti it wasn't heavy.
Isaac stared at the ceiling, then back at .
"Okay," he said quietly.
"Okay?" I repeated.
He smirked again. "Yeah. Okay. I an, you did save my life, so I guess I owe you one."
"You owe nothing," I said.
His smile faded into sothing more serious, sothing that understood the weight of the mont.
"Thanks," he said softly.
I gave a slight nod.
Then I turned toward the door, pausing as I reached for the handle.
"Get so rest."
As I stepped out of the room, I heard Isaac's voice behind —calm, steady, laced with curiosity and a little fear.
"…Hey, Lucas?"
"Yeah?"
"…What was that thing?"
I looked back at him. "Sothing corrupted. Sothing wrong. But not the last one."
Then I shut the door.
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