I look at Eliza and nod. It's time. She touches my hand and I feel her merging with me, I let her, I don't fight her. "My Wes…" my mouth moves but I'm not the one commanding the movement, my voice does not sound like my own, it sounds like the voice of a mature woman.
The sound, the tone, the expression of the voice, none of those are my own. The voice belongs to the ghost talking through me.
"Eliza?..." he says while treacherous tears escape his eyes.
"My love, I'm sorry for leaving so soon. Please, please don't give up, Wes. Don't leave our Hunter alone. He needs his dad, he needs you more than ever now that I'm not here" I feel tears running down my face, but I'm not sad, these sadness-filled tears are not my own. The more I talk the more my throat hurts. I feel as if my throat is burning.
I see his pupils shake and he hesitates for a moment, he's deciding whether this is a trick or not. After a couple of seconds, he cups my face and smiles "I will never give up. I promise I will keep him safe; I will raise him as you would've done it. I will see our child grow old" he gets his face closer to me, more specifically, my lips, and that's when I have to take control of my body.
"Hold on, I don't want to-" *cough* I start coughing and I can't force myself to stop. I keep coughing until I feel the familiar taste of blood on my mouth, I cough more, faster than before while I feel the blood seeping down.
I sigh in between my coughs, letting others take control of my body always hurt afterward but I knew it was going to happen, not a big deal. It only hurts for a small amount of time, so I don't have to worry.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER!?" I hear someone shout but I'm too focused on keeping the coughing at least a little under control to care about the shouting.
I'm focusing on my coughing until I see Wesley being punched straight in the face and falling. I look at the source of that punch and I find Nick huffing angrily.
*COUGH* the coughing gets louder, and more blood ooze from my mouth. I have this theory that I get hurt when I do this because I'm going against the course of nature, after all… the living shouldn't mingle with the dead.
Nick grabs my arm tightly, so tight a whimper escapes my lips. Motherfucker! Can't he at least try to handle me kindlier? I practically crash against his chest while another bloody cough leaves me.
I was not expecting Nick to be around, I thought he was going to be busy with the couple of the meeting, I really was expecting to avoid drama, but I know life can't be what we want.
The last cough leaves my body and I start to even my breathing. It hurts like a bitch, but I can handle it. Once I'm good, I start wiping the blood on my mouth, unfortunately, I can't do much with the blood on the shirt… I'm a little sad about that, the shirt is not mine after all.
Nick is still hurting my arm. "…Nick…" I say with a hoarse voice. It sounds like a 70-year-old voice.
He looks down at me with an angry pissed-off expression. Asking with his gaze what was wrong "You're hurting me" I say weakly with my monotonic voice.
His face contorts in an even angrier expression and his eyes start shining but I don't care. "Let go" I say firmly and after a couple of seconds and some deep breaths, he does.
Once I'm free from his grasp I start walking towards Wesley, he was still on the floor trying to understand what the hell just happened. I offer my hand and he takes it while looking at me confused.
"Don't give up" I say calmly, and he looks at me with glossy eyes. I know he understood the message.
"I will not" he replies with a slight relief face.
Well, time to de-escalate the possibly dangerous situation. "…thank you for helping me" I say calmly, and he looks, even more, confused now.
"If you hadn't supported me before I would've fallen on the ground while coughing" I say while looking straight at his eyes and he gasps. I smile. This person is a lot smarter than I originally thought.
"It was my pleasure, I couldn't let you fall like that" he says kindly while rubbing his cheek, it was slightly red but nothing serious, the problem was his lip, it was busted.
"Will you be alright?" I ask seriously and he nods with a sly smile on his face.
"Our kin heals fast" he says while smiling and I nod. I wish I could heal fast too.
"He… Helped you?" I hear Nick's incredulous voice and I nod.
I hope he feels bad about his outburst. He seems to have serious anger management issues.
"Alpha Nicholas" I hear Wesley say while bowing "I'm glad to meet you… is she perhaps the Luna of your pack?" he asks while looking at me.
Nick smiles "Yes, she's my mate and Luna, Alice" he says proudly as if he didn't hit him less than 5 minutes ago. I sigh, he really needs to respect my wishes, I already told him I don't want to be his anything, but he keeps telling people we are something we're not.
I deadpan at Nick, is this idiot not going to apologize? I keep waiting but the apology never comes. That's disappointing Nick, how do you manage to disappoint me when I don't even hold expectations on you? I sigh.
The moment I sigh he looks at me as if he remembered what happened "Are you ok? What happened? Are you sick?" Nick asks worried but I shook my head.
"I'm alright" I say calmly.
"But you were bleeding! You were coughing up blood!" he said in a muffled voice. As if simply saying what happened was painful.
I sigh, why the hell does he ask if he's not going to believe me? Isn't that just losing time? "Nick, I don't like to repeat myself" I say with a tired look.
He groans and I see his jaw tightening. "Let's go to my room, you need to rest" he says. This guy seems adamant in ignoring my opinion but at least this time is for something good.
I nod at him, and he starts walking, I don't follow behind him though, instead, I turn and grab the arm of the man that was already leaving the scene, Wesley.
I force him to lower his head to my lips level and whisper what I need in his ear. He raises up in a hurry and looks at me with a shocked look. The word shock doesn't honor his expression but that's the closest I can get to describe it.
He processes the information, and his face is now looking at me with a mixture of anger, sorrow, betrayal, and pain. His fist tightens and his knuckles turn white, I feel his body tensing. I immediately whisper the next words "Now is not the time" I sneakily hand over a small paper in his hand. The small piece of paper has my phone number on it.
"Give it some thought, you first need to decide who to trust" a wicked smile creeps on my lips and my eyes curve up shaping crescent moons. This is going to be fun.
I turn around, my face back to its stoic expression. I start walking behind Nick who is slightly away. Thanks to Eliza distracting him he didn't even notice I was not behind him.
I finally reach him and keep walking behind him, once we enter the house, he picks me up and holds me close to his chest.
"Don't let go of her Nick! She might be hurt! We can't let her walk on her own! We need to keep her safe!" I hear Apollo shout with urgency.
"I rather you let me walk on my own… but any excuse I have to be lazy is good" I say halfheartedly "Apollo".
"Yes?" he replies while gleaming with happiness. I still can't get used to the sudden change of attitude in these extrovert people.
"Stop making Nick act so explosively, I can handle myself, I'm weak but even the weaklings have ways to deal with their problems" I say calmly, I could hear Apollo angrily shouting at Nick to get Wesley away from me, that's why Nick reacted in such a way.
If there's something I learned about Nick, besides the fact that he's an idiot, narcissist, bratty, crazy bastard, is that he does his job properly. He wouldn't have hurt the beta of his allies without properly assessing the situation.
"…" Apollo didn't answer. "Please answer me" I direct my cold gaze to Nick's eyes, but I was not looking at him, I was looking at the beast inside him.
"…I'll try" he says annoyed, and I smile faintly, it's like training a puppy.