The Move
Elijah.
From the moment I woke up, I knew something was wrong. The bullet did something to me, I just can't figure out what just yet. My memory was fairly well, I just like making sure I remember things correctly so I'll look to Elisha to make sure I'm on point.
Dr. Laurence said nothing abnormal has happened to me, she said my brain looks 'fine.' As though I weren't shot by a bullet. That, however, worries me the slightest bit.
If I was shot by someone with a silver bullet and I did not die, something should be wrong. All this 'you're fine' mambo jumbo was not what I wanted to hear because it couldn't be true.
Silver bullets to the head mean death not you're alive and well.
"Are you sure about this, Pa?" I looked up at him.
"I..." He sighed, "I actually trust him with you. He ruined my son's life but, thankfully he can't ruin yours or else he'll only be sabotaging himself and his Pack."
I can officially say in relation to my parents I ran away for nothing. They both couldn't care less, they're just happy I'm alive. Or maybe they don't care because I've been out for a year and a half and don't want to fuss about anything, they just want my health up. I don't know.
Jay and the Pack don't know. I'm nervous to see his reaction. Will he hate me? Will he still accept it? I hope he does, he practically raised me. His approval matters to me, even though I don't like saying so.
However, if my parents are okay with it, or as okay as they pretend to be, he should be too, right?
"Okay. I'll go see Jay now." I announce.
"Alpha Jay." My mom corrects.
"Jay doesn't mind me calling him Jay, Ma. So, I will."
My mother doesn't want me to live with Alexander. She thinks he is incapable of watching over me. Which I understand. I mean, I did get shot whilst with him. However, she doesn't know about his other side so I don't expect her to understand why I agreed to this.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't agree because of it. I'm just saying I understand why he couldn't hear the bullet coming.
I agreed to live with him mainly because I felt the need to. From the moment I gained consciousness, there were two things I wanted.
1. My mate and
2. Revenge
Okay, truthfully, it was
1. That needle out of me and
2. Water
However, the top wins because the actual first two were sorted within a minute. Right not the top two still apply, all I want is to be around my mate and with my mate.
I needed him to get back to my full strength and it didn't hurt being around him anymore. He was a lot kinder now then he was before.
I walked the distance to Jay's house alone, I needed the time to think. It's been a few days since I woke up and I'm not sure how I feel about missing out on all that time. Everyone around me has changed in some way. Even I have changed.
I've missed out on so much. I've also stolen precious time from my family. Their lives stopped for those eighteen months. I knew for sure my parents and Elisha have been completely thrown off course.
Elisha wanted to have pups shortly after moving into her home. She didn't do that because she was too busy stressing over me. You can't stress that much while you're pregnant or else you will miscarry.
My parents wanted to take a trip around the world a few months after Elisha and I turned nineteen. They couldn't because they wouldn't leave me, afraid I might die.
That's another thing, I should be dead. Silver is lethal to any werewolf. No matter where it touches. Now, I got shot in the head with a silver bullet. I've never heard of a survivor.
My father has a strong belief that I made it only because of Alexander, I have a strong belief that's the only reason he hasn't tried to wring his neck.
I, on the other hand, believe that the bullet wasn't meant to kill me. It was meant to either make me forget something or miss something and as I've stated, I just don't know what yet.
"Elijah?" Jay's voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"Jay." I smiled hugging him tightly.
He must have seen a shadow by the door because I hadn't knocked yet.
"I didn't know you were up. I would've come."
I smiled up at him, still in his embrace, "I know."
He ushered me in and offered me food and water. Everyone seems to think they need to put back the weight I lost. I think it will come back in time. However, I don't turn down the food every time someone offers because... Well, it's food.
"Jay," I put down the empty plate that held an array of food a moment ago, "I need to tell you something."
"Does it have to do with the fact that you smell heavily like a Russo?"
I nearly choked on my saliva, "What now?"
They had a distinct smell? I know I've been out but I don't remember them having one.
"You smell highly of the ocean. They smell like the ocean. The ocean and something but you walked so the scent that would be a dead giveaway is gone. It tends to vanish quickly, like any scent."
"So how come you can smell the ocean?"
"You tell me. Were you all snuggled up with one?" Sounds friendly but trust me, his voice was anything but.
To answer his question and your curiosity; I was. I can't help it. Alexander wants me on his lap at all times. Therefore I'm permanently snuggled up to him which I, for the most part, don't object to.
"You're making this hard for me, Jay." I sigh.
"I don't want this to be an unfriendly visit. I haven't seen you in more than a year." Plus I ran away and was shot before I could come to visit, "I'm moving out."
"Out? Of your parents' house? Why? Will you need a place, I've got one close to Elisha -"
"Out of the Pack. I'm moving in with my mate."
"You found your mate and you didn't tell me? Are you the same Eli I babysat?"
I smiled. Jay was the first person to call me Eli. My parents hated it. Especially my mom. She already thought Elijah was too boyish but she had zero say in my name because she picked Elisha and our middle names. So, my father stood his ground with Elijah. I love it, honestly. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a daddy's girl.
"I am, shut up." I snicker.
"Who is he?" He seemed genuinely intrigued but I knew he'd be livid as soon as I tell him.
"It's better you don't know," I mumble.
Jay is the same age as Alexander so he would know all about the exiling of Isaiah and the framing too. He would probably feel the same way about them as my father did before I was shot.
Jay generally has never liked the Russo's, especially Alexander because of his reputation. However, ever since the attack he has despised Alexander cursing his name every chance he got. The North Pack has still not recovered from the attack when I was shot, I was glad to see that it had now.
One never recovers from loss though, so many families and obviously, as the Alpha, Jay too had not recovered from losing members.
There's not a chance he wouldn't be upset finding out that the wolf that caused all that damage and all that heartache was my mate.
"Is he a Russo?"
I nod.
"Goddamn it!" He growls, clenching his fists.
I flinch.
"Are you being serious, Eli?"
I nod.
"You can't live with them. I forbid it! I won't let you out of this Pack!"
"Jameson!" I gasp.
"Don't fucken Jameson me! Those bastards aren't to be trusted. You got shot because of them!" He knew? "Your brother was exiled because of them! They attacked us for no goddamn reason, Elijah! They're disgusting monsters."
"He's my mate! I'm bound to him! He is my other half. I can't stay here forever. I've stayed here for eighteen months extra. He needs me... Jameson, I need him."
"You knew before the coma?"
"Yes but no one knew about him until after the coma," I assured him.
Sighing heavily, feeling drained I cleared my throat, "I didn't come here for your blessing, Jay. I came for my overdue visit and to tell you that I'm leaving."
"I won't let you. Eli, don't do this." His eyes looked more pained than angry.
I stood up from the kitchen stool, "I love you, Alpha Jay."
"I command you tell me who he is." He used his Alpha voice.
The voice no one in this Pack can go against.
"You promised â"
"You left me no choice." He stood tall, towering above me, "Who?"
"Alexander Russo."