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life.”
I nod as I get into the Traverse. I sit next
to Chris and hold onto him as the engine starts. I am so tired that
I instantly dose off as we begin our trek back. My jaw is still
hurting intensely.
Chapter
Twenty: Loose Ends Still Remain
10:35 AM
WE ARE packing at the hotel after spending
some time over at the Harrison’s home. Chris is still in bad shape.
I have to pack both our bags. Chris sits in the chair by the table.
He looks pale. I finish packing our bags as quickly as possible.
Then, I walk over to Chris and kneel at his feet.
“You okay?” I ask Chris as he runs his
fingers through his hair.
“How am I going to be okay?” he says with
fear in his voice as tears rolls down his cheeks.
“I know that you are going to change on the
full moon, honey,” I tell him looking up into his saddened eyes.
“You and I will get through this. I love you, baby.”
“But I don’t know how to control this and the
full moon is nearly upon us.”
“While you were out last night, Devon told me
that you won’t change this month since you are not completely
healed.”
“I don’t want this, darling,” he tells me.
“I’m afraid of hurting people, Des. Especially, you.”
A tear rolls down my cheek and I hug him. He
winces a little in pain. I ease a little off.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, darling.”
Then, a knock comes on the door.
“It’s open,” I say aloud.
Sandy and Michelle come bounding into the
room. They still look rather ragged as we all do. The last
twenty-four hours have been eventful and full of nightmares. Sandy
sees the tiredness and the worry in my eyes. She walks up to me and
hugs me. Sandy tries to comfort me as Michelle tries to comfort
Chris.
“Des, it’s going to be okay,” Sandy tells me
in a soft, soothing voice as she hugs me.
“I know, but it doesn’t mean that I am ready
for this change.”
“None of us are,” my sister reminds me. “But
we will have to make the best of it. Hopefully, this LeBeouf fellow
in Cyprus Falls can help Chris control his new powers as a
werewolf. Especially, the ability to use his werebeast form.”
“I hope the same thing, too, sis.”
Over my shoulder, Sandy sees the time. Her
eyes widen. “I guess we better get our stuff out to the
Traverse.”
“Yea, Brandon will come searching us out if
we don’t get a move on.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Could you help me carry out some of
Brandon’s bags?” I ask Sandy.
“Sure thing, Des.” She responds happily.
Sandy and I walk over to the bags upon the
bed.
“My God, Des,” she says to me. “Just how many
bags do you have?”
“Ha ha, funny,” I sarcastically says to her.
“We just need to get them out to the SUV as soon as possible.”
“Of course,” Sandy says as Michelle helps
Chris carefully get to his feet.
Sandy and I leave the room first carrying the
bags down the hall to our left and out the door at the end of it.
Once out the door, we are right at the Traverse where the back
doors are open for us to put in the bags next to the others.
Michelle and Chris stop outside the room. Chris leans up against
the drab wall as Michelle shuts the door.
Michelle, then, helps Chris down the hall
towards the exit to get to the Traverse. I see them nearly reach
the exit door and open it for them. Michelle passes Chris off to
me. I, then, help my very weak hubby over to the SUV. Sandy helps
me by opening the back seat door. I help Chris get in and I buckle
his seatbelt for him since he is having trouble moving his
arms.
“I hate feeling this inept.” He tells me.
Michelle quickly inserts the mind-link
between Chris and I.
-I know, honey. But it will take some time
for you to heal from your injuries. We need to be thankful you
weren’t killed. - I reply.
“I am thankful for that, baby,” Chris says as
he cups my chin. “Don’t get me wrong. I love you dearly. This is
just hard on me. A lot to deal with. Both physically and
mentally.”
I stand on my
I nod as I get into the Traverse. I sit next
to Chris and hold onto him as the engine starts. I am so tired that
I instantly dose off as we begin our trek back. My jaw is still
hurting intensely.
Chapter
Twenty: Loose Ends Still Remain
10:35 AM
WE ARE packing at the hotel after spending
some time over at the Harrison’s home. Chris is still in bad shape.
I have to pack both our bags. Chris sits in the chair by the table.
He looks pale. I finish packing our bags as quickly as possible.
Then, I walk over to Chris and kneel at his feet.
“You okay?” I ask Chris as he runs his
fingers through his hair.
“How am I going to be okay?” he says with
fear in his voice as tears rolls down his cheeks.
“I know that you are going to change on the
full moon, honey,” I tell him looking up into his saddened eyes.
“You and I will get through this. I love you, baby.”
“But I don’t know how to control this and the
full moon is nearly upon us.”
“While you were out last night, Devon told me
that you won’t change this month since you are not completely
healed.”
“I don’t want this, darling,” he tells me.
“I’m afraid of hurting people, Des. Especially, you.”
A tear rolls down my cheek and I hug him. He
winces a little in pain. I ease a little off.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, darling.”
Then, a knock comes on the door.
“It’s open,” I say aloud.
Sandy and Michelle come bounding into the
room. They still look rather ragged as we all do. The last
twenty-four hours have been eventful and full of nightmares. Sandy
sees the tiredness and the worry in my eyes. She walks up to me and
hugs me. Sandy tries to comfort me as Michelle tries to comfort
Chris.
“Des, it’s going to be okay,” Sandy tells me
in a soft, soothing voice as she hugs me.
“I know, but it doesn’t mean that I am ready
for this change.”
“None of us are,” my sister reminds me. “But
we will have to make the best of it. Hopefully, this LeBeouf fellow
in Cyprus Falls can help Chris control his new powers as a
werewolf. Especially, the ability to use his werebeast form.”
“I hope the same thing, too, sis.”
Over my shoulder, Sandy sees the time. Her
eyes widen. “I guess we better get our stuff out to the
Traverse.”
“Yea, Brandon will come searching us out if
we don’t get a move on.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Could you help me carry out some of
Brandon’s bags?” I ask Sandy.
“Sure thing, Des.” She responds happily.
Sandy and I walk over to the bags upon the
bed.
“My God, Des,” she says to me. “Just how many
bags do you have?”
“Ha ha, funny,” I sarcastically says to her.
“We just need to get them out to the SUV as soon as possible.”
“Of course,” Sandy says as Michelle helps
Chris carefully get to his feet.
Sandy and I leave the room first carrying the
bags down the hall to our left and out the door at the end of it.
Once out the door, we are right at the Traverse where the back
doors are open for us to put in the bags next to the others.
Michelle and Chris stop outside the room. Chris leans up against
the drab wall as Michelle shuts the door.
Michelle, then, helps Chris down the hall
towards the exit to get to the Traverse. I see them nearly reach
the exit door and open it for them. Michelle passes Chris off to
me. I, then, help my very weak hubby over to the SUV. Sandy helps
me by opening the back seat door. I help Chris get in and I buckle
his seatbelt for him since he is having trouble moving his
arms.
“I hate feeling this inept.” He tells me.
Michelle quickly inserts the mind-link
between Chris and I.
-I know, honey. But it will take some time
for you to heal from your injuries. We need to be thankful you
weren’t killed. - I reply.
“I am thankful for that, baby,” Chris says as
he cups my chin. “Don’t get me wrong. I love you dearly. This is
just hard on me. A lot to deal with. Both physically and
mentally.”
I stand on my
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