ARIA’S POV:
”Are you excited?” Nicolle talking to me like it was the best day of my life made me sick in the stomach.
I forced myself to see her innocence, since no one else knew that everything that was supposed to happen today was for show.
“I would have been excited, if you were not waking me up at 7am to prepare for an event there until 5pm,” I grumbled.
“We need all the hours we can get if you’re going to be ready by 5pm,” Nicolle sounded pretty serious.
“Why? Because I’m undergoing a full body surgery?” My questions were from nothing but a place of spite.
“We’d begin the day at the designer’s, trying to get your perfect body fitting for the base and we’d need to be there to pick the details.” Nicolle rolled out a long paper that made my heart skip.
She didn’t pick on sarcasm, she felt the need to explain my day.
“From there, we’d head straight to the hairstylist to treat your hair and have it ready for the occasion and that is only ninety percent ready.” She proceeded, rolling the paper to the other side like she was directly reading this schedule off it.
“When the hair stylist is done with us, we’ll proceed to the spa.
Your body will be treated and well taken care of.” Nicolle said, “Spagreat is the only and the best one in the pack.
Others had to close down because they didn’t come close,”
”His touches are reported to be healing.
You may not have a reason to have this cast by the end of the day.” Nicolle drew my mind to my bandaged arm.
“I had completely forgotten about that,” I was finally able to interrupt her long reading.
I looked at the cast in my hand and I couldn’t feel a single pain, except for the pressure of tightly wrapped cloth around it.
“Can I take it off?”
”No!
No!
No!” She yelled, stretching her hand forward and hurrying to me, but she was quite late.
I yanked off the bandage.
“Argh!” I groaned.
The pain was sharp, accompanied by some pressure.
“What have you done?” Nicolle’s voice broke, like she was on the verge of tears.
“I can’t bring down my hand,” I complained.
Although the bandage had gone, my hand still remained in position as though it was still there. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“Nicolle?” I struggled to lift my arm, but it was pointless.
I grew very scared.
“Nicolle, what is happening?” The hair on my body stood erect as fear coursed through my veins in the form of cold waves.
“Okay, change of plans,” Nicolle hurriedly rolled the paper, “we’re going to Spagreat.
She led me out of the door, not minding I was still in my pajamas.
“If for any reason, especially a reason as this, you fail to be present at this ceremony, Alpha Draven would have both of us skinned alive and then beheaded afterwards.”
The fear in her voice was clear, but what was even clearer was the reason she had to be afraid.
Draven was really not going to take it lightly.
Nicolle rushed me to Spagreat.
Her words did not say it, but her eyes did.
‘Why did you ever think this was a good idea?’
At the time I snapped it off, I felt no pain at all., but then now I felt paralyzed.
In almost no time, we got to Spagreat, where we were first met by an old woman upon our entrance.
“Nicolle, your appointment isn’t until much later,” she said.
“I know. I’m aware, but this is an emergency.” She placed me on one of the beds.
“Well, then it’s a good thing the Alpha paid for my availability the entire day,” the old woman hurried to my bedside.
“He did what?” I probed.
“Everyone involved in the wedding and its preparation have been paid to be available all day,” Nicolle explained.
I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face.
Draven’s actions spoke care in the most subtle ways, but somehow, they still managed to be loud.
The old lady examined my hand for a few minutes.
“I see what’s happening here,” she sounded very confident.
I was so relieved.
She placed one of her hands on my shoulder and the other just below my elbow.
“Argh!!” I yelled, almost pulling down the roof above our heads.
She had snapped my arm back before I got the chance to even realize what was going on.
The relief after the pain was instant.
I could rotate my shoulder.
“Was this the miracle the physician said I needed?” I probed.
The old lady smiled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Luna, but you healed yourself.” She said, “That shouldn’t be surprising for a wolf like you,” she walked to a counter and returned with a small bottle of oil.
‘A wolf like me?’ I thought.
Was she not aware I was a nobody?
I could barely be considered a wolf.
Aside from identifying Draven as my mate, which even had to be a mistake, I had never felt my wolf being active before.
That kind of wolf isn’t one to be called ‘wolf like you,’ or even heal itself.
I sat quietly as she rubbed the oil.
“Alright. We’re good to begin our day then,” Nicolle stared at the clock, sounding very relieved.
“Are you still on for your appointment later?” The old lady probed.
“Absolutely,” Nicolle helped me up and out of Spagreat.
I was very absent-minded.
My mind was already clouded by what had just happened and I found myself subconsciously turning my shoulder in every direction as we headed home.
“Are you okay, Luna?” Nicolle asked.
I could tell she had been waiting to ask by the speed she used as soon as we got into the room.
“I’ll go shower, so we can begin your long list,” I walked straight into the bathroom, so I didn’t have to explain what was on my mind to her.
I stared into the mirror, watching my reflection give me a confused glare.
“A wolf like you,” those were words I couldn’t forget, or stop wondering what they could possibly mean.