She laid on her bed contemplating her life planning something... she's been thinking and over think lately, and her thoughts are not always positive. There is something she can do, she can shift into something that put fear into an alpha. What is it? And how can she use it to defend herself in the future?
My name is chaos; you can let go and allow me to let all your problems disappear.
"Tempting offer, what do you get in exchange?"
She lays on the bed counting the number of spots she can spot on the white ceiling. Is she speaking to an ally or foe? As the saying goes, 'not everything that sparkle turns out be gold.'
We are one, I want what you want... justice.
Hatred coats her blood but is it enough to lose herself, is she willing to be the monster she hates? The sooner she gets out of here the greener her posters will b, she does not need to coat her hands with more blood. Miche and Nay walks in she sensed it before they turned the corner. She lays there just turning her head to acknowledge them. She's calm as the doctors examine her body. She takes in a sharp breath before she sits up and swing her legs off the bed.
"It is like your injuries never existed."
Their eyes widened, they are familiar. She knows they came here for her, but what do they gain out of assisting her? Nothing is this life is free, what is she willing to pay for her freedom?
"Your aura's changed… the rumours true. Nay we found her."
What do they mean they found her? Their excitement is an emotion she cannot not understand. What do they want from her?
"What do you mean you found me? What do you want?"
She steps away from them distrusting, she's been burnt way more times than she can trust.
"We don't know. A seer saw you in her dreams. Something about you facing the blood moon."
"Clearly Nay was not listening. You are the daughter of David the son of Nyx. Your father dropped of the earth and never returned back to the fae world; we never knew you guys are still alive."
Her father was a wolf, how could he be the Deucalion of without having an animal. That's impossible... wait, is she about to put her life in the hands of delusional faries?
"It's true. Technically, you called us here. We were drawn to Umbriel, and we did not know nor understand why until we saw you"
They feel familiar to her but that could have a hundred thousand explanations.
"Who is Nyx and where is my father? Why are you guys helping me?"
Nay shrugs, "I think this place sucks and that you don't deserve what happened to you."
Miche takes a second to think before she answers, "Destiny. It was in our stars to meet one day because you a healer, you one of us. You have the potential to be a great source of life as the stars predicted."
"Nyx is your grandfather; he died about ten years ago give or take. He was the deputy to the late emperor Vaegon Vendove. You might not be fae but you one of us." -Nay
Huh? What does that mean?
"We are not really fae, we are healers, but we got married to the fae Princes." Mitche
"You look confused, let me try to explain it better. We have a special bond bound because we are healers, there's not a lot of us left."
"Say I believe you, how? Is my father a wolf or healer?"
The women shrug. "According to what we know, your father is a wolf. He did not inherit our abilities" -Mitche
"We don't know a lot about your history, and this is a difficult concept to explain. All you need to know is that you are not alone." -Nay
This is insane but if going alone with their crazy redrick will get her out of here, call her a believer.
"They say you shifted… then turned into a beast that almost tore Parker to shreds." -Mitche
A beast? Maybe. But she now knows she can call the beast when she needs it and fae, healers... whatever they are. She has a higher chance of escape and there is nothing and no one that will come in her way. She needs to disappear for a while, but when she returns, she will be a better version of herself.
"Good," she said coolly, referencing Parker's slow-healing wounds. "I'm glad he's suffering. Anyways, it's final... I'm leaving my personal hell."
She walked to look out the window, when something tugged at her instincts. Something she just noticed, an inconspicuous red light on the stuffed bear on the shelve next to her bed. Who brought her a teddy bear and why? She moved over to the bear and ripped its stomach open.
"Are you bipolar or something? What did the poor thing do to you?" -Mitche
She stuck her hand in its stuffing until she removed its eye and a small camera bud. Someone is stalking her and if she did not spot this her plan would have been intersected.
"That's crazy. Your pack is crazy?" -Nay
Alexandria's eyes flickered with humour and fire; a touch of pride laced in her voice.
"They successfully broke me." Instead of crying she smirked and looks at the small camera she crushes with her two fingers. The doctors look concern, but they did not protest her awakening. "Please get me a phone that cannot be tracked and an anonymous bank card. Just anything that is not linked to me, don't worry about money... I will compensate you for the cost and then some for everything you've done for me."
"As we said, we not here for your money. We don't need money, you called us and we will help you." -Mitche
"I am getting discharged today." the doctors tensed up but she smiles more confident, "don't worry about me. I will never allow what happened to me to ever happen again. You two are fantastic doctors and I am grateful in this lifetime I found amazing people in this soulless pack."
The sisters brushed her braids back. They both nodded at her plea giving her a big thumbs up.
"Aww... Lex you will be like a little sister to us. Call us whenever you need an ear, hug or healing." -Mitche
"In fact, we should meet up for coffee sometime. I started watching T-dramas and I hate that I am obsessed." -Nay
Great, the meet up is when the exchange can happen. She watches Thai dramas, but she mainly focusses on surviving life.
"Ugh, her obsession keeps me up at night. She will bore you with details about every character, in fact you will take her off my hands." - Mitche
She understood the assignment and nodded playing into this true but crafty narrative. Someone is standing by the door; she's surprised the doctors heard that before she did. Although, in her defence her brain is occupied with many thoughts.
"Nay, you like BTS?"
She smiles, how can you love Thai drama without getting trapped by either BTS or The Untamed?
"BTS?! I love BTS. My favourite song is 00:00 (Zero O'Clock), I am sure you will love it."
"I love that song. Although, listening to Bullet Proof (Run) was a game changer. Unfortunately, I love their personalities a bit more than their music."
Mitche rolls her eyes and move to sit on the uncomfortable chairs, and she laughs listening to Nay animatedly describing the kind of artist she likes listening to. Nay sounds like she's far obsessed with the Korean boy band even naming her bias. She raved about J-hope, Jungkook, Taehung and like every fan girl fantasying her marriage to Namjoon. She laughs piping with her own bias which are, Jin because his would wide handsome and his confidence is unstoppable. Jimin because his too beautiful for the common Jimin effect, a kind of innocence that should be protected. And Suga who is misunderstood but tried to be as active and social as everyone else.
"Don't get me started-"
She wanted to contribute to the conversation, but Nay spoke her attention jumping from one topic to another. Being with them feels like she's known them forever.
"You got her started."
She laughs at the pained look on Mitche's pretty face. She chases them around for making her aggravated and they ran still laughing. They stopped running, Mitche gave then a slap on their shoulders before saying.
"It's good to hear you speak, smile and laugh even if it's at my torture. You have our numbers and a mind-numbing outing ahead."
Right. There's nothing of significance now since all is hidden by a golden cloth. She hugged the ladies; they made her see that she possesses more than that jerk made her almost believe. She may never be loveable, but she can still live a life alone by choice or with a group of friends.
"Thank you both for giving me a better idea of a life-"
"Alexandria. The Luna is waiting for you."
The messenger sounded more annoyed than respectful, as if just uttering her name left a sour taste in his mouth. His discomfort was clear good, his just wasted his time spying on the most boring conversation a nonfan have ever listen to. She noticed the way he stiffened, probably shocked or is it fear? Her smirk widens at his subtle retreat, news spread fast. She turned back to the two doctors who had stood by her when no one else did. They weren't just healers they were anchors and she hugs them.
"I will take my leave now. If I am who you say I am… then I hope to already be half as great as you are. Thank you, doctors, for saving my life."
Their warm, knowing nods were more than approval they were a blessing. A recognition of who she was becoming. One of them, a radiant woman with long radiant hair, gave her the nod of friendship one that didn't need words. For the first time in forever, Alexandria felt like she belonged not as a pawn or a problem, but as someone seen. No one else dared to meet her gaze as she walked past. No judgment. No pity. She could get used to this.
"Come inside."
Her steps halted. Parker. His body was covered in thick bandages proof of what she had done. Yet his eyes held something far more unbearable than pain: concern. As if he had the right to feel anything for her now. As if he deserved her attention. Her lip curled into a growl. Low, warning, powerful. She wanted to rip his guilt right off his face. But instead, she did something that surprised even herself she stepped back.
"I'll run back. I need the exercise."
Her mother's voice floated from the car, laced with a false sweetness that didn't match the exhaustion in her sigh.
"Honey, that's more than thirty-one miles."
Alexandria glanced into the car, then looked away. Her mother, the omega who watched her suffer in silence she will never trust her again. Not now. Not ever. Alexandria shifted, bones cracking with purpose, and sat in her wolf form by the roadside, ignoring the way her mother sighed again before closing the door.
"Suit yourself."
Good. The car pulled off, dust kicking behind it. But Alexandria didn't move yet. What when the car disappeared from view she geared for the woods and shadows. The earth welcomed her paws like a drumbeat of war. This was freedom. The ground trembled beneath her feral sprint. She didn't just run she devoured distance. Her body cut through the wind with grace and fury, each leap more precise, more powerful than the last. Muscles flexed, claws dug in, and she felt the dark flame within her roaring with delight. It didn't want to consume her it wanted to push her, to see her rise higher than the world ever intended her to.
She caught up with the car briefly, a blur in the shadows. If anyone saw, they'd think it was a ghost or a phantom nothing real. Let them wonder. No one here deserved to see her upgraded wolf not even the woman who birthed her. When the terrain became familiar, she veered off, abandoning the road and slicing through the trees like a whisper of vengeance. Her body moved like it had always belonged to the forest. To the night. To the wild.
Finally, she reached the old shed where she'd hidden a bag that she first planned to escape with before her concreate plan. She fishes out a loose pair of jorts and a tank top once she shifted back to human. The shadow inside who enjoyed the thrill of the run didn't scare her anymore. It stood beside her now. And she stood taller than ever before.