"P..Payton?" I stuttered, stepping back a little in hopes to get away from him. "Dante," I corrected myself quickly, "what are you doing? Y..you need to stop this.."
"I don't stop until I get what I want," he whispered huskily. His canines has pushed through and were now violently on show as he grabbed my waist roughly, pulling me in until I collided with his body. I froze, unable to do or say anything. It was as if everything had completely frozen in time apart from Payton getting closer and closer to my marking spot. My mind had gone completely blank and I had no idea what to do. There was no way I could get myself out of this death grip because he was too strong for me, and even after a week I was still feeling incredibly weak. I couldn't mind link Riley because he was busy and I didn't want to disturb him...but I guess that was my only option.
Riley, I need your help, I rushed.
Not right now babe, you know I'm busy. He sounded frustrated, surely not with me though. I panicked as my eyes flickered around and then back to Dante.
Payton.. Dante.. Clearing.. Help!
Payton's canines were getting dangerously close to my neck and I felt them graze my skin when a gush of cold air swept past me and loud growls were heard. Riley was in full wolf form and was tackling Payton.
"Riley!" I screamed, "you'll kill him!" I know what Payton done was bad but in a way, it wasn't him doing it. He couldn't control his wolf. He didn't have a mate yet and I know how much that hurts.
Riley's head snapped towards me and then back at Payton and he backed up a little. I walked over to the two males and watched Payton carefully. His eyes were back to normal and I knew that he was himself again. He looked up at me apologetically and I held out my hand to help him up, offering a gentle smile. He took my hand gently and pulled himself up.
"I'm so sorry, Blair." He quickly apologised. "I didn't mean too... I.. I couldn't control him.. Please forgive me," he begged and grabbed my shoulders gently.
"Get off her!" Riley growled. He pushed Payton off me and frantically checked me over. "Are you okay, baby?" his voice was laced with worry.
"I'm fine," Â I nodded, completely ignoring the nickname he gave me.
"Your neck." his eyes went wide and locked on my neck.
I furrowed my eyebrows and lifted my hand up to my neck. I felt a stinging sensation in my neck and winced. Crimson red blood stained my fingers, "how bad is it?"
"It's not healing." He stated.
uh-oh.
Nelly,? Nell are you okay?
I.. Â I feel really weak.. Nelly mumbled helplessly.
Now that I think about it, so do I..
I could feel my eyelids growing heavy and someone shaking me. I hadn't even realised I'd fallen to the floor.
"Blair, someone continued to shake me, "Blair, baby stay with me!"
But I'd already let the darkness take me.
.
"Is she going to be okay?" a male voice asked.
All I could hear was voices but for some reason that particular voice stood out to me.
"We'll find out when she wakes up," another voice said, then there were footsteps, and then a door shut.
I tried opening my eyes but my eyelids felt unusually heavy so I soon gave up with that. I then tried wiggling my fingers and moving my whole hand but my entire body felt stiff as if I couldn't move it whatsoever.
And that's when my body went in to complete shock.
.
A couple of hours later I was able to open my eyes and move my body, but I still felt stiff.
I looked around at my surroundings and realised that I wasn't in a hospital but in some sort of house. Â I turned to the left and winced as I stretched my neck, a sharp pain coursing through it. My eyes met a vision of dark hair and I furrowed my eyebrows. The person looked oddly familiar but I couldn't figure out who it was.
The person jerked up and stared at me wide eyes. "Blair?" he blinked a couple of times, "guys, she's awake!" he exclaimed. I looked behind him and saw a young girl resting against a women who was asleep with her head resting on a man's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" he sat up properly and that's when I got to look at his face. He had the same facial features as the three behind him so I assumed they were a family.
I opened my mouth to talk but my throat was too dry for any words to come out.
"What's wrong with her?" the boy panicked, "why can't she talk!?"
"She's been out for three days and don't forget that attack as well," another person walked in to the room. She was tall and slim and incredibly pretty, "she's probably just thirsty." At that I nodded and the woman inwardly laughed. She walked to the little table beside my bed and poured some water in to a glass and handed it to me after helping me sit up. I took a long sip from the glass and then sighed happily after swallowing it. "I'm Melissa, the doctor," the woman smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling? Any dizziness, aching?"
"Uh.." My voice came out slightly hoarse, "my body feels a bit stiff and my neck hurts."
She nodded, "that's expected after what you went through."
"What uhm, what did happen?"
"Payton went to mark you and ended up scratching your neck which for a wolf can cause serious damage and pain," the boy explained and moved his hand to hold mine but I jerked it away.
"Mark? Wolf? Is this some sort of fucked up dream?"
Melissa looked worriedly at me and then to the boy. "Sweetie, what's your name?"
Is she stupid? "Blair."
"And can you tell me what the date is."
"How am I supposed to know that?" I scoffed, "weren't you the one who said I was out for three days?"
"Guess I had that coming," Melissa muttered under her breath, "can you tell me anything you remember?"
"I remember everything up to my fifteenth birthday..." I said slowly, "I had such a good childhood... I remember always having such great times with my parents... They would take me out to the zoo and let me feed the animals, or take me to the park and push me on the swing.." I choked up a little and then stayed silent.
"And you remember nothing after that?" Melissa asked again.
I shook my head and sipped from the cup.
"What's wrong with her, Mel?" The woman from the sofa stood up and walked over to my bed, along with the little girl.
"Could you all step outside, please?" Melissa asked the family and then turned to me, "I'll be right back, dear."
Third person
The small family followed Melissa outside of Blair's room with worried looks on their faces. Riley was by far the worst of them all. He was pacing back and forth with his teeth biting down harshly on his lower lip, occasionally running a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Son, calm down. She's going to be okay. Right, Melissa? She's going to be fine, isn't she?" The man asked Melissa as he looked between her and his son. As much as he was trying to reassure his son that Blair was going to be okay, he was trying to reassure himself more.
"Mummy, is Blair going to be okay?" The little girl clutched tightly on to her mothers legs as they all waited desperately for what Melissa was going to tell them.
"Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure what is wrong with Blair, but she might just be a little shaken up from the attack she had. Although, I do have one theory.."
"What?" Riley quickly asked.
"Although she herself might have woken up, her wolf could still be asleep, maybe in some sort of coma and that's why she doesn't remember anything about her wolf life; shifting, marking," Melissa said each word scarily slow and the chills running through the family's bodies were visible. Riley was shaking with fright as Melissa eyed him closely, "even you..."
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So, I know this might be a bit of a crappy chapter but I've been writing this forever and changing so many parts of this just to make it slightly more interesting for you guys.
I know I haven't updated properly for a while but as I've said before, I've been cramped with homework and social issues that I haven't really had any time to actually spend time writing this chapter.
But when I did have time I had major writers block and had no idea what to write, so for that IÂ apologise.
Either way, hope you like the chapter!