Chapter 74: His Energy; Childhood Nightmare

HELENA 'What kind of trouble did he get into this time?" Luna said, in a sort of ‘I told you so' manner.' 'I think he needs a hospital." The blood was way too much, and I could feel his breathing get more and more shallow. My heart was racing. Why did he always get into this kind of trouble? 'No, you and I know that's a bad idea." She shut the door, and lifted him, her blue eyes glowing in the darkness. She carried him to her room, and placed him on the floor. 'Just wait here." She walked into the closet. I ran my eyes over Aaron's body. His left hand was twitching slightly, and his breath was uneven. Lacerations covered his entire form, from head to toe. His skin was already turning purple in some places. The sizzling had stopped, and his skin was….cold. I could only imagine what kind of beast would do this to him, and how strong it had to have been for Aaron not to have been able to fend it off. Luna returned shortly after, with a box of medical supplies, and a few potions in her hands. She knelt down beside him, motioning for me to move backwards a little. She took out cotton wool, and a bit of disinfectant, and dabbed them together. She tried to clean his wounds, but paused midway and handed the ball to me. 'Why?" 'Because you'd do it better." She said, shoving the ball in my hands. The strong smell of disinfectant made me slightly nauseous, but I did as she said anyways. I slowly started to clean his wounds, from the ones at the center of his forehead, to the very last ones on his shin. I had to change the cotton ball a few times, and Luna just sat there staring at me. But by the time I was done, Aaron still looked badly beaten, but he was cleaner. The blood was all gone, leaving just open gashes and lines. Some of the smaller wounds had started to heal themselves. I noticed there was a really huge tear in his side. Like an entire chunk of meat was just ripped off. It made me sick, and I couldn't touch it. 'Don't worry, I'll handle that part." Luna said, grabbing the cotton ball from me and tossing it into the trash. I knelt down beside her, and watched as she worked. She took out a bottle, and poured the contents on his side, where the large gash was. His flesh sizzled slightly, and he twitched. Slowly, his skin started pulling back together, reconnecting with the torn off part. 'Whatever did this, wanted him dead. He barely escaped." She muttered. 'But why?" 'I don't know, Helena. He might have angered someone." She said, getting up and returning with more bottles. She applied most of the contents of each bottle on his wounds, and poured one into his mouth. I touched his skin, it was warm again. Luna shut her eyes and whispered incoherently, waving her hands over his body. I was completely oblivious as to what was happening. Suddenly, she paused, and opened her eyes. They were glowing again, but obsidian. 'Something's off." She said, her voice a little lower than usual. 'What do you mean?" She got up. 'His energy. Something happened out there. His entire aura has shifted." 'In a good or bad way?" 'I can't tell. But he's not gonna be the same." AARON. 'Don't always listen to that tiny voice inside of you." My dad said, patting my back. It was mid-summer, and I had just discovered my werewolf abilities. It was like being in a fairy tale, a place where I could dictate my own actions and make my own choices. It was perfect, like a never ending dream. Unless it wasn't. 'Why not?" I asked. Ever since I morphed, I could always hear a voice. A small, faint, yet powerful voice inside me. The voice told me when to move, when to not, when to speak and when to fight. Initially, I thought I was hearing things. But after a while, I accepted it to be a part of me. 'Because sometimes, it's better to live without conditions. Knowing what's gonna happen is no fun now, is it?" He nudged my arms. 'I guess that's true. But isn't it also good? I mean, it's like being able to predict the future." I asked, jumping down from the bench. We were outside the house, sitting on the bench beside the water fountain. Mom was in the kitchen making lunch. I was 13. 'Yes, but it's not good to allow that ability to control you. Take it like you don't have it at all. But that doesn't mean you should ignore its warnings." Dad said, brushing his hands off a few leaves from the bench. It was fall, and the yard was filled with them. 'Oh. I understand." I said thoughtfully. I had so much to learn about being a werewolf. I was so excited. I was happy that I had an edge over all the bullies in school. Finally they'd stop calling me names and making me feel so insecure. I was so young and naive. Eventually, I got to know the truth. Life as a werewolf wasn't all roars, teeth, and dominance. I had to put in work. Work at a young age. I found it somewhat ironic that I'd be criticized in my regular life, and still criticized as a werewolf back in Lunaville. Everything that was said to me all ended up in one phrase. Dad was an Alpha, and I was next in line. I went through a lot of tests, gruesome and annoying at some point, to see if I had Alpha blood. Some said my eyes were the wrong color, and my mom's genes had corrupted the sequence. I didn't care though, I didn't even want the position. I just wanted my life to go back to normal. It was a little too late for that I guess. 'Aaron… Can you hear me? Please wake up….it's been three days already. What about the hangout we planned?" I scrunched my nose as the soft voice pulled me out of my childhood nightmares. A familiar scent made itself known in my head, and I struggled to open my eyes. They didn't budge. 'Luna, what do we do? He's been like this ever since. I'm scared." 'He's alive. That's all that matters. He'll wake up eventually. Don't stress." 'I hope so." I felt cold skin press against my forehead, sending me into another deep sleep, haunted by memories I had long suppressed. **************************************