The Werewolf's Chapter 45: The aftermath

Chapter 45: The aftermath

Alanis

His body changes as I place him on his bed gently. He is still passed out with soft breaths. His clothes are ripped, his body is bruised. I don’t know if it is the transformation or his uncle that hurt him like this.

I hate myself even more because this is all my fault.

There is a knock on his door which makes

run over to it. I don’t want to wake him up. Everything is just too much for him to handle. He needs to rest for now, after everything he has been through.

Bells peers at

with a grim expression. I notice Rex behind her. Why are they both here?

"How is he?" she asks.

"He’s still unconscious." I walk out of the room and close the door gently "Why did he take that form?" I direct my question at Bell’s.

Shrugging she answers "I don’t know, no one has ever been in that form before. Not even Rick."

I furrow my brows "He didn’t seem like himself."

"What happened?" she asks

curiously.

I rember the harm I caused today and regret kicks in again. I will hate myself for doing this to him. "I told him," I look at Rex and understanding forms on his face.

"He didn’t take it well. Of course, he didn’t. Why did you let him go? You were supposed to calm him down," he attacks

and this makes

feel even guiltier.

"I was pissed. I wasn’t thinking," I defend my actions but I don’t even believe in them. It was selfish of

and at that mont I wasn’t the best for Beau. I didn’t think about him, all I thought about was Maddie.

"Can soone explain what happened?" Bells chis impatiently. "Why did he attack Fallon?"

I sigh because this is going to be hard to say. Thinking about how I went about this whole thing still hurts my heart. I didn’t help him and I am supposed to be the one person on his side no matter what. He is supposed to be able to trust .

Can he trust

after this?

"Fallon killed Rick," I blurt out those words fast.

It takes a second for it to register and i see the change in expression on her face. I see the anger "What?" she asks.

"He killed Rick," I repeat, the cats already out of the bag. There is no hiding it anymore. They need to figure out what to do to him. What do they even do to murders in their community?

Do they have a prison for murderers?

"That’s why he was so angry," she concludes and I nod in agreent. "I need to set up a eting, with everyone. They need to know. How did you find out?" she asks.

"It’s a long story, I guess I saw it."

With furrowed brows, she asks "How?"

I shrug "It’s a vampire thing. My brother can see things and when he ca here yesterday, he saw it. He showed it to ."

"Can he show it to ?" she questions.

I shrug "I am sure he can but I don’t know if it’s sothing you’d want to see."

she sighs ’Fuck, I can’t believe this. I don’t even know how he is feeling right now. Shit" she exclaims sadly.

"Stay with him, Rex co with ," she orders Rex and they walk away from

without another word. I walk back into the room and he is still in the sa position I left him. His chest rises and falls gently. He is asleep. It was probably all too much for him. Walking, I stop in front of his bed and I notice that his bruises are healing very fast.

I walk into the bathroom and grab a towel and fill a bowl with warm water. I walk back to him, I need to get him cleaned up. Help with the pains he will feel when he wakes up even though I know the ntal stress will be a lot worse. I don’t realise he is awake until he grabs my hand mid clean, his eyes are open and he still looks angry. "Don’t touch ," he warns .

I sigh because I don’t know what to say to him, I hate myself more than he could possibly hate . I regret my actions enough for the both of us "I’m just cleaning you up."

He lets go of my hand and sits up on the bed, I see the pain in his eyes. He is hurt but my stubborn boyfriend won’t accept help from . He won’t accept anything from .

"Why are you still here, thought you were leaving," he reminds

of what started all this.

Maddie.

"I just want to make sure you’re okay, a lot has happened."

He laughs "A lot that you knew about and didn’t tell ," he pushes the covers off him and I watch him struggle to stand up from the bed. He succeeds after many attempts and walks away from

and to the bathroom. I hear the water running and I know he is about to have a shower. This is what gives him relief. he needs so alone ti without , he needs to think about everything that has happened.

I should give him ti to himself.

I sit in place not even counting ti but after an hour or so, he doesn’t co out. The water is still running but there is silence in the bathroom. Worry kicks in and I walk into the bathroom, panicking that he must have hurt himself or sothing. The room is steamy from the hot water. I see him in the shower stall, the glass also steamy. He is seated with his back pressed to the glass. I walk closer and open the sliding door slowly. What I see is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever seen. His hands are on his head and his hair is pressed all over his face. He is crying with the water pouring all over him. His eyes are close but I see them--I see the tears. I feel his pain, everything cos stumbling all at once.

I don’t even know when I move or when he is in my arms. Water soaks my clothes but I don’t care. I just want to be there for him, I just want to be all he needs.

Beau cries in my arms for god knows how long and I let him. I stay with him, not caring about anything but him at this mont. I know I need to go and help Maddie; I know what I need to do but I need to make sure he is okay before I leave him. I need to make sure he is okay and strong enough to handle this.

i love him so much and I hate that he just can’t get a break. Sohow, I feel like this all started happening because of . Ever since he found out I was his mate.

Bad things keep following him because of .

Maybe it’ll be best if I wasn’t even in his life.

Maybe this is a mistake after all.

"I’m sorry," I manage after he is dried up and in bed again. The sun is setting in the sky outside and i realize I have wasted today. I just hope Maddie is okay, i hate to leave Beau but I still need to help her.

"Not your fault," he pulls the covers closer to his face.

"Are you okay now?" ’

He looks at

"I still want to kill him. I am still going to kill him," the anger is still there I can see it in his eyes.

Hate.

"Don’t say that. We will figure out what to do. Just relax."

"You can’t stand there and tell

to relax, you don’t know how this feels. He is a murderer. He didn’t give a shit when he killed my father. He didn’t think about him at all. So, no one has a right to tell

to fucking relax," he snaps. I don’t bla him.

"I know I don’t know how you feel right now. This is not happening to , I get it. But I have my fair share of loss. I lost a lot before you ca into my life. I lost a lot before I was turned. I know pain, I know hurt. I don’t want to tell you how to handle all this but you need to know that I am here for you, I will be here for you through it all. I will love you and fight with you. Whatever it takes to see you smile again."

He looks at

after I am done and for the first ti I see the love in his eyes. I see the look he used to give

before our fight.

I see progress.