(SHEILA’S POV)
As I set out to gather herbs for our haven, the bright blue sky lifted my spirits. I took a sip from my leather canteen, the cool water soothing my parched throat. Glancing around, I couldn't help but wonder what delicious breakfast the community would prepare with the fresh herbs I was collecting.
Earlier, before dawn had even broken, the head chef had approached me, requesting more nettles for the soup. I made a mental note of it and now, as I surveyed the extra bundles of nettles alongside my herb-filled basket, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Today's gathering had been successful, and I had managed to avoid any encounters with cougars, thanks to the new hunter patrol route established by the haven a few nights ago.
With a smile, I sealed my leather canteen shut, then reached for my finely woven pine needle strands veil. Carefully, I secured its strands over my head, hiding the deep burnt scar that marred my face, a reminder of my resilience against the toxic touch of wolfsbane.
As I prepared to lift my herb basket, my human ears tuned toward the faint sounds of rustling leaves, followed by a soft thud. Though human in appearance, my ears possessed a heightened sensitivity, a testament to my unique heritage of both human and werewolf traits. Despite the forest sounds, I discerned not the threatening roars of cougars or bears, but instead, a weak and pained wolf whine—the cry of my own wolf kind.
In one swift motion, I gathered my belongings, sensing urgency in the air. With determination, I set off to follow the source of the commotion, ready to offer aid to a fellow wolf in need.
Worry mingled with curiosity, propelling me deeper into the forest, oblivious to the boundary of the hunters' patrol area. I pushed aside thoughts of getting lost; my instincts assured me I could find my way back home. The scent of pine resin, mixed with flowers and a strong undertone of lavender, would guide me onward.
Soon enough, I stumbled upon the scene I had unconsciously sought. In the shadows beneath the towering pines, a figure lay sprawled across the forest floor, both familiar and unknown. His clothes were tattered, his skin marred with bruises and scars. He resembled nothing so much as a discarded rag, left to wither midst the forest's embrace. If not for the pained groan that escaped his lips, I might have remained frozen in shock for minutes on end.
Rushing to his side, my auburn hair flowing behind me, I found my luggage offering zero restriction to my movement. Kneeling beside the figure, I gently shook his shoulder, my heart racing with concern.
"Hey, can you hear me? Wake up," I urged softly.
Another groan escaped him as he stirred, his eyes fluttering open briefly before narrowing in confusion and frustration. When he spoke, his voice dripped with anger, authority, and arrogance, sending a chill down my spine. "You!"
The sound of his voice triggered a memory I had fought to bury, stunning me into frozen silence. Fear replaced concern as disbelief washed over me. I stumbled backward, attempting to distance myself from him, but his unyielding grip on my wrist prevented my escape.
In the sudden movement, the shoulder strap of my herb basket snapped, its contents spilling out onto the forest floor.
I squirmed, desperate to break free from the heavy weight pressing down on me, pinning me to the unforgiving earth. Sweat and fear hung thick in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of pine needles and damp soil. "Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice a desperate plea echoing into the night.
My heart raced as I relived the terror of that night, the feeling of powerlessness as I struggled against my assailant. The memory gripped me like a cruel specter, refusing to release its hold.
The stranger loomed over me, his breath ragged with exhaustion and pain. "You will pay for pushing me into that cliff!" His words were laced with accusation, and confusion swirled in my mind. What did he mean by pushing him?
Through tear-blurred eyes, I looked up at him, curiosity replacing fear. His face, pale beneath the trickle of blood, mirrored my own distress. Doubt crept in as I studied him, realizing that he, too, seemed shaken and afraid.
As exhaustion seemed to overcome the stranger, his grip on me gradually loosened. His voice trembled as he muttered, "C-cold... it's so cold..."
Feeling the hold on my arms weaken, I seized the opportunity and pushed against him. Despite his resistance, his weakened state betrayed him, causing him to stumble and fall to the side. In a last-ditch effort, he lunged and wrapped his arms around my waist, as if trying to prevent me from escaping.
I shouted, my mind still clouded with anxiety, but enough clarity remained to realize that the stranger lacked the strength to harm me. "Please, let me go," I said calmly, my voice carrying a firm but compassionate tone.
Yet, the stranger refused to release me. His grip tightened, desperation evident in his actions.
Helpless, I could only watch as the man locked my movements with his grasp around my waist. Once more, I observed his trembling body and ragged breath, evoking a fleeting sense of sympathy within me. Gathering my resolve, I took a deep breath and steeled myself, my arms encircling Orion in a gesture of comfort. "Hey, I'm not here to harm you, I promise. Would you please let me go first? You're injured, I'll patch you up for a bit."
Orion looked up, his crystal blue eyes soft yet penetrating, seeming to see through the veil and into my soul. Relenting, he broke through the silence, his plea for connection though the chaos of his mind evident. "Who are you?" he inquired softly, slowly leaning backwards, releasing me from his grasp.
"Just some stranger gathering herbs in the woods," I calmly answered, finding more courage to meet his gaze. "And you? Who are you? What's your name?" My arms gently rested on his, conveying both reassurance and curiosity.
The stranger scrunched his face, his gaze shifting sideways in contemplation. "Who am I…" he trailed off, his hand instinctively clutching his head as he groaned in pain. "Orion," he said hesitantly. "My name is... Orion..." His breath grew heavy, his distress evident. Suddenly, without warning, the man leaned forward and passed out.
I easily caught him, concern etched on my face. "Hey!" I tried to shake him awake once more, but it was clear he had fainted. Realizing the urgency, I knew I had to bring the stranger back to the haven as soon as possible.
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In the quiet solitude of my hut, I had prepared fresh cloths, two sterile makeshift blades, and tweezers, readying myself for the task at hand. With practiced ease, I set to work, meticulously crafting antiseptic salve from the remaining herbs I had managed to bring home with me. These skills were not merely acquired; they were the fruit of my voluntary work at the haven's healer hut, where I dedicated myself to tending to the injuries of hunters and inhabitants alike.
Once I was done with my medicine preparation, I reached out to the fainted stranger on my bed and tore open his upper clothes to assess his wounds. At that moment, Orion's eyes snapped open, his gaze wary and alert. Without warning, he seized my hand with a swift movement, his voice laced with suspicion as he demanded answers.
Once I finished preparing the medicine, I turned my attention to the fainted stranger lying on my bed. His clothes were in disarray, stained with brown soil and torn from his journey through the forest canopy. Despite the chaos, a fang-shaped sapphire pendant caught my eye, its vibrant blue standing out against the ruggedness of his attire. Carefully, I tore open his upper clothes to assess his wounds. Suddenly, the stranger's eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp and cautious. In a swift motion, he seized my hand, his voice filled with suspicion as he demanded answers.
"What do you think you're doing?" Orion asked gruffly, his breaths coming in between his words.
(SHEILA’S POV)In my dimly lit hut, the flickering oil lamps cast dancing shadows across the room. The injured stranger lay on my makeshift bed, his brow furrowed with suspicion as his grip secured my arm.I looked at him with tenderness, devoid of anger or annoyance, understanding all too well the fear and confusion he must have felt waking up in a strange place with someone who could potentially harm him at any moment.‘He must've been terrified,' I thought, recalling my own experience of waking up in the haven's healer hut for the first time—confused and in great pain, with Elder Willow tending to my wounds. Deeply empathizing with the stranger's plight, my heart went out to him."I'm just helping you. You're injured, and I need to dress this wound," I softly said as I met his gaze with sincerity, pointing at the bleeding wound on his leg. It was a big gash on his pale skin, seemingly caused by hitting something sharp as he fell down before. Blood flowed from the wound, running dow
(ORION’S POV)Under Sheila's attentive care for about twenty-two nights, I steadily regained my strength, with most injuries healing significantly. Seven nights ago, I heavily relied on a crutch for walking support, but now, as I walked to the hut's entrance, I stood more steadily on my own. Pausing at the door, I glanced back at Sheila who was seated on the bed's edge, her smile evident even behind a veil, radiating joy at my progress.A surge of warmth filled my chest as Sheila's hands clapped together in praise. Her enthusiastic words reached me like a gentle breeze, lifting my spirits. "It's incredible how quickly you're recovering, Orion," she exclaimed, her genuine amazement evident in every syllable. "You must have been quite the warrior back in your pack," she admired.In the subdued lighting of the hut, my blush remained hidden, a silent testament to my embarrassment. I hadn't anticipated Sheila's praise, and the unexpected compliment left me feeling pleasantly flustered.Try
(ORION’S POV)I walked slowly down the path, my progress impeded by the crutch I leaned on for support. The fang-shaped sapphire around my neck shifted with each step, a constant reminder of both my strength and my vulnerability. Disappointment weighed heavily upon me, dragging down my posture and clouding my thoughts. Sheila’s rejection echoed relentlessly in my mind, each recurrence deepening the sting of defeat.In the middle of deep thoughts, Willowhart's private quarters came into my view, nestled among the vibrant foliage next to the bustling healer hut. Her serene presence was there, in the middle of fragrant herbs and blooming flowers. It was a stark contrast to my inner turmoil.Pausing in her gardening, Willowhart glanced up, her perceptive gaze catching my unrest immediately. "Young alpha?" she murmured softly, concern etched into her gentle features. "You seem troubled." Her eyes scanned the area, noticing the absence of her protege. "Where's Sheila?" she inquired, her voi
(SHEILA’S POV)With a sudden burst of energy, I swung the door to my humble abode open, the creaking hinges barely audible over the pounding of my heart. With trembling hands, I quickly pulled the door shut behind me, the wood meeting with a soft thud as I slid the locking mechanism into place. The room fell into an eerie silence, the finality of my actions echoing in the stillness around me.As the weight of the world crashed down on my frail shoulders, the dam holding back my tears shattered, unleashing the surge of emotion that was lying dormant from within. I leaned heavily against the door, my body sliding down its surface in tandem with my tears. With each passing moment, the pain that had taken residence in my heart flowed out relentlessly, unstoppable. In that vulnerable moment, I knew I had come undone—Orion had seen my horrendous face.However, just as despair threatened to consume me, my anguish was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Orion's approaching footsteps. Summoni
(SHEILA’S POV)Empathy gripped my resolve to waver as I looked at Orion who stood before me with a mix of emotions showing on his face. His hurt and disbelief were palpable, a stark contrast to the determined resilience I knew him for. However, I couldn't afford to waver despite the weight of his emotions pressing against me. Not now, when the stakes were so high.Orion's clenched fist mirrored the intensity of his emotions. His eyes, though clouded with hurt, glimmered with an unwavering determination that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. This resolve was characteristically Orion—surrender was never an option for him, especially when confronted with a challenge.Orion's touch was gentle as he reached out for my hand, his eyes softening as they met mine. "Sheila, listen," he started, his voice carrying warmth and affection, "I get where you're coming from, and I respect your decision. I'm okay with waiting for you, no matter how long it takes. If you do find your mat
(SHEILA’S POV)I slowly stirred awake, the faint scent of pinewood and herbs lingering in the air greeting my senses before anything else. I noticed that the room was still dimly lit by the early morning light seeping through the window curtains, casting a soft glow that danced across the walls. My eyes soon adjusted to the ceiling, which was in stark contrast to the simplicity of my own hut. The intricate carvings of the moon goddess symbols, mystical runes, and the hanging woven vines and flowers caught my attention. I recalled that I slept in my mentor's private quarters per the elderly lady's request—‘A measure to ensure my awakening safety,’ said Willowhart a few nights prior."Today's finally my birthday," I thought as I stretched my arms upwards. Though my eyes were heavy with sleep, the anticipation of my impending wolf awakening pulsed through my veins, adding a subtle edge to the drowsy haze enveloping my mind.I yawned, slowly pulling myself up, the remnants of sleep still
(SHEILA’S POV)As we worked on repairing the storm-damaged southern part of the haven's outer wall, I was focused on the task at hand, hammering away with Orion and the two Silverthornians by my side. The air was filled with the scent of fresh wood and sweat, but suddenly, amidst it all, another fragrance wafted to me. Lilac and rose, intermingled with the earthy essence that was unmistakably the signature scent of our haven's chief.I paused, lifting my head to locate the source of this unexpected scent. There, before me, stood a woman with flowing chestnut hair that stirred memories of our chief. Her amber eyes held a familiar intensity, and her jawline bore a graceful strength that echoed that of the figure I had been searching for."Orion! I finally found you!" The words rang out, drawing more of my attention as the chestnut-haired woman strode confidently towards Orion.As the daughter of the chief, Nova's presence often drew the attention of the haven's inhabitants, but Orion re
(SHEILA’S POV)I stood next to my herb cabinet, where I had meticulously stored my home-made concoctions. Turning my face towards the window, I observed the darkening sky outside. An audible sigh escaped my lips, signaling to me that the moment I had been anticipating had finally arrived.I reached for the small container of salve I had prepared, tucked away in the cabinet. Upon unscrewing the cap, a potent aroma reminiscent of damp earth filled the air. Carefully, I dipped my fingers into the balm, applying it to the scent glands located on each side of my neck, just below the base of my jawbones, as well as to my wrists. I knew Orion possessed a keener sense of smell than my own, so I took extra care to mask my scent while watching him from a distance, ensuring he wouldn't detect my presence.Fixing my veil and adjusting my cloak, I ensured they would withstand the cool breeze of the night as I stepped out of my hut. The sounds of the forest surrounded me, a familiar comfort. With d