*** Tyler's pov***
I breathed a sigh of relief as Jackson finally woke up from his five-day slumber. But my relief was short-lived, as he threatened to report me to the Alpha. I wasn't having it, so I warned him that being knocked out for five days wasn't enough punishment and that I'd send him to the "king of hell" later. With that, I left the hospital, heading to Tyke's home.
As I drove, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, and I felt like I was being watched. My instincts kicked in, and I was on high alert, ready for anything. But what happened next caught me off guard - I was injected with something. It wasn't a bullet, but a strange substance that was now coursing through my body.
Panicked, I rushed back to the hospital and demanded a blood test. The doctor's reassurance that it wasn't a cause for concern did little to ease my worries. However, his warning that the substance could affect my future offspring's powers if I didn't have it removed before giving birth sent a chill down my spine. I knew I had to take action to protect my future.
The doctor's words sent a wave of panic through me. If I got pregnant with this substance in my system, it could be deadly. I felt trapped and desperate for a solution. My mind racing, I turned to the doctor with a glimmer of hope, asking if he could remove the substance immediately.
But his response crushed my hopes. He admitted that he knew nothing about the substance and wouldn't be able to help me remove it. I felt like I'd hit a dead end, with no clear path forward. The uncertainty and potential danger looming over me made me realize I needed to find another way to get help, and fast.
I stared at the doctor, my anger and frustration boiling over. "What?!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the room. For a moment, he looked taken aback, his composure faltering before he regained his professional demeanor.
Something about his reaction seemed off, like he was being controlled or instructed on how to respond. I questioned his competence, wondering why he would know the risks associated with the substance but not be able to help me remove it. "Are you even a doctor?" I demanded, my tone accusatory.
His response caught me off guard: "If not, how can I save lives?" For a brief moment, his words struck a chord, and I almost found them amusing. But as I was about to reprimand him, I caught myself being impulsive and attempting to blackmail him. I realized I needed to take a step back and reassess the situation.
I took a deep breath and apologized for my outburst, recognizing that I had been too harsh on the doctor. With a sense of frustration and concern still lingering, I left the hospital and headed back to Tyke's home.
As I walked in, I was greeted by Tyke, and we shared a warm hug. Lately, we'd been growing closer, and I'd learned more about him, but I still couldn't quite put my finger on why I felt such a strong connection to him. I hadn't opened up to him completely, only sharing the story about Jackson. Despite the distance between us emotionally, our physical closeness felt comforting, and I appreciated the sense of security he provided
I sat in my room, the door shut behind me, and my mind began to whirl with thoughts of the unknown. My gaze fell upon the bracelet on my wrist, and suddenly, my heart swelled with curiosity and longing. The pictures of my mom that filled my mind's eye brought a mix of emotions.
This bracelet was all I had left of hers, a relic that held sentimental value and memories. I remembered being warned to never let it out of my sight, and I clutched it tightly, feeling a deep connection to my mother through this small token. The significance of the bracelet went beyond its material value; it was a tangible piece of my heritage and identity.
Due to the movement in the room I became alerted, knowing I wasn't the only one here.I crept towards the curtain, my heart racing with anticipation. As I yanked it open, I was met with a startled yelp. My surprise turned to embarrassment as I realized I'd overreacted, and I joined in the yelling. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on me, and I felt a bit silly.
But when the guy suddenly fainted, my panic mode kicked in again. I quickly came to my senses and helped him up, guiding him to my bed. As I laid him down, I couldn't help but think that this was quite the unexpected turn of events. Who was this person, and what were they doing hiding behind my curtain?
The guy's sudden jerk out of unconsciousness startled me, and my initial concern gave way to wariness. As he locked eyes with me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His intense gaze seemed to bore into my soul, making me feel vulnerable. When he asked, "Who are you?" his voice was low and husky, but it was the piercing look in his eyes that made me hesitant to respond.
I wasn't ready to reveal my identity to this stranger who'd been hiding behind my curtain, of all places. Something about the situation felt off, and my instincts told me to keep my guard up. I folded my arms across my chest, my eyes narrowing slightly as I studied him. Who was this person, and what was he doing in my room? I wasn't about to let my defenses down without getting some answers.
I stood my ground, refusing to back down. "I asked a question," I said firmly, my eyes locked on his. "And you're supposed to answer?" he half-yelled, his voice rising in frustration.
I felt a surge of defensiveness, but I managed to keep my cool. "I also asked a question," I pointed out, trying to sound calm. "Since you're the one I met here, I think it's only fair that you answer first." I said this while feeling a bit silly, realizing that we were essentially having a standoff, both of us refusing to budge. But I wasn't about to give in, not until I got some answers...
***Unknown pov***
The argument was escalating, and I felt my anger boiling over. This guy seemed to have a provocative aura, like he was deliberately pushing my buttons. I was on the verge of losing control, my fists clenched in frustration.
In a moment of desperation, I reached out to my brother, Tyke, through our mind link. "I think I've found the killer," I told him, trying to keep my emotions in check. Tyke's response was immediate and intense, his agitation palpable as he demanded to know who it was and where I was.
I hesitated for a moment before sharing the information, but Tyke's reaction wasn't what I expected. Instead of anger or concern, he burst out laughing. "That's Tyler, my mate," he said, his amusement evident.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Suddenly, the situation seemed ridiculous, and I realized I'd overreacted. Feeling embarrassed and unsure how to proceed, I quickly exited the room without apologizing, still trying to process the unexpected twist.