Lyra
"She's waking up."
The voice slipped into my ears as I groaned, coming back to life. My eyelids flutter, slowly opening and when my pupils detected light, my eyelids shut again, protesting to the sudden Intrusion of light.
Slowly again, they opened, and this time, they stayed open. The first thing I saw was white ceiling until I turned my head slightly to meet worried brown eyes.
"Marcus…"
"Luna… thank God you're finally awake."
Using my palms, I pushed my weight off the bed, sitting up.
"What happened?" I asked, and he let out a low breath before opening his mouth to give me a response.
"I found you passed out on the floor in your room when I came to check on you this morning, considering you were injured last night."
The mention of my injury snapped my eyes to my leg only to see the injury still there. Not healed.
"What is this? Why am I not healing?" I asked no one in particular but surely enough, Marcus gave me a response.
"I don't know, my exact concerns too."
"I need a healer."
That was the first thought that came to my mind. I needed a healer.
Healers are werewolves, born into the art of healing werewolves. We were supernaturals, there was no way human medicine worked on us all the time. Especially when the cause of the injury or sickness was supernatural.
"Where do we get one?" He asked, looking as confused as ever. Marcus has been the closest by my side since the day they decided to crown me their queen. But sometimes, he came off as a bit stupid.
"We look for one obviously." I answered, kicking the covers off me and placing my feet on the floor. I tried to stand, but the pain in my leg was almost unbearable, forcing me back on my ass.
"We really need a healer. I'm getting weak." My wolf whined in my head, and that was when I got the conviction that I needed urgent help. Those bastards did something unnatural to me.
"How do we get one? No disrespect but I think you're forgetting were rogues, 95% of wolves don't want to associate with us."
"He's making sense." My wolf agreed and I grunted in annoyance.
"God! I hate it when you're right…"
"What do we do?" He asked again, and I was plunged into thoughts, thinking of a way out of the fact that I might be a little while away from losing my leg or my wolf..
"I don't know, we have to look for one. Send scouts out in search for one."
Marcus sighed and nodded his head before exiting my room. I let out a sigh, folding my legs to take a good look at the injury. With every angle my joint turned, I felt the pain send shock waves to my brain.
"Bloody goddess!"
Finally, I could see the injury up close and the more I looked at it, the more apparent it became that the injury got deeper and larger.
"We should've finished them off that night." My wolf hissed and I couldn't agree more.
I laid back down on the bed, letting out low breath to ignore the pain spreading through my left leg. I closed my eyes, trying to get peace from the quietness from the surroundings. I guess the peace was too much because I slept off.
"Who are you?" I asked, the moment I opened my eyes to meet a stranger in my room.
I stared at the woman's face, her grey eyes glowing with curiosity, skin wrinkled and hair grey with age.
"I heard you needed a healer." The woman spoke, surprising me. Her voice sounded stronger than she looked.
"What? Surprised my voice isn't as frail as I look?"
The confidence in her voice would make you think she could read exactly what's going on in your mind. I stared at her with suspicion, slowly pushing my weight up with my palms to sit up.
"Don't look so taken aback, child, that's what witnessing decades of civilization does to you."
She walked closer to me, taking her seat in a chair that was by my side. I was too concentrated on watching on, that I didn't notice that we were the only ones in the room.
"Where are the others?" I asked after finally noticing the empty room.
"What others?" She asked nonchalantly, taking off the bag she carried.
"The people that brought you here? Marcus?"
Her eyebrows raised in realisation and she shrugged her shoulders like it wasn't something important. My suspicions began to rise and suddenly the air around me began to get chilly.
"Who the fuck are you!?" I growled, my eyes glowing as my claw began to extend. And that was when the smile on the woman's face turned into something sinister.
With a strength abnormal for her age, she kicked the chair back. Marcus chose that time to burst in, the look of alarm on his face was the last thing I remembered before I awoke from my sleep.
"What the…" I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. After a few seconds, my breath and heartbeat steadied.
Thought began to swim in my head as I thought back to not only the dream I just had but also the one I had before that. They looked real, too real to be passed off as just a dream. It felt like I was living it in. In fact, I lived it.
"It's clear the dreams are trying to tell you something."
"No, I don't believe that." I immediately debunked the words of my wolf, but I didn't get the time to dwell on it when there was a knock on the door. And seconds later the door pushed open, and Marcus walked in.
"Found one?" I asked immediately, feeling the ache in my legs.
"I wouldn't say so. There's someone else that was insistent on seeing
you."
I raised my eyebrows, asking who it might be. And rather than Marcus giving me an answer, he stepped aside and someone walked in.