Becoming the Luna - Chapter 146

Shana offers to carry me up to the apartment and now I can understand why she’s so ridiculously strong, it soothes my ego even though I know that if she wasn’t a Werewolf she would most likely still be way stronger than me.

We ended up spending more than a couple hours at the Clinic because Dale browbeat the Doctors into keeping me around, which turned out to be a splendid idea because my appetite becomes non-existent with the pain so I get put on drips.

It’s getting dark when we finally make it to my room and I’m grateful that they give me a much needed privacy.

Just as I’m about to sink blissfully into the quiet, a quiet knock raps on the door.

“Yes?” I call out curiously, wondering who it could be, my mom, Shana and Mae just left so it couldn’t be them again.

“It’s Mae, can I come in?”

“Oh?” I blink in confusion, letting my head rest on the fluffed up pillow. “Sure.”

She quietly slips in, looking over a shoulder sneakily.

“Is everything okay?” I ask curiously, my visual limited from my position.”

“Not really, I just wanted to try something out.” She comes closer, uncertainty heavy in her eyes. “Um, you know I’m part Witch right?”

I blink in surprise. “Of course.” Who would forget a detail like that?

“Well, my mom is more of a warrior Witch but I still haven’t found mine, maybe it’s because I’m almost one quarter witch.”

“I think you can predict the future a little.” I blurt out for no reason, remembering what she said about walking to Virgil although her wording was exactly easy and simple to decipher.

Her eyes grow wider at this. “Really?”

“Y-Yeah?” I say, not really believing it.

“But I can’t even control it.” She carefully settles on the bed beside me. “I feel pressured to become a warrior Witch just like my mom but I don’t know how to produce even the tiniest bit of magical resonance.”

I go quiet and listen to her talk, Mae is a really secretive person so it’s surprising when she opens up like this.

“My healing powers are less than stellar but I can help you out, my mom encourages me to practice my attack spells so I never get the chance to try out healing.”

I look at her skeptically but shrug. “Sure.” I understood that Werewolves healed especially fast so it would explain why she didn’t have a patient to practice on.

Her eyes grow wide. “Oh wow! I wasn’t expecting you to agree.”

“Huh? Why not? I’d love to help you out plus it’s going to work out in my favor as well.”

“O-Okay.” She agrees with barely contained excitement. “I’m…um a little nervous so could you close your eyes?”

I try to shrug but change my mind real quick. “Sure.” I accept again, slipping my eyes shut.

I take a deep breath, not sure what to expect, would she chant spells? Or dance around a big pot and weird symbols?

That sounded stereotypic so I stop trying to predict, bracing myself instead.

A mellow light builds slowly behind my closed eyelids and I’m tempted to open but I stop myself in time, I wasn’t about to find out what would happen if she got interrupted or distracted.

My burning shoulder blades feel like they’re submerged in cool water and I take a much deeper breath, feeling relief for the first time all day.

The cool feeling spreads to my sides and I heave a sigh then it stops, I expect the now familiar pain to come barreling back and I hold my breath but after a couple seconds of bated breath I still feel nothing.

“How do you feel?” Mae asks worriedly.

I slowly open my eyes to see her wringing her hands and pushing her damp hair from her face, I push off from the bed easily and wrap her in a hug, giving her a wide grin.

“Perfect! Maybe I’ll jump down the stairs so you can practice more.” I tease.

Mae gasps, looking horrified.

“I’m kidding, Mae.” I tell her with heavy doses of exasperation. “And you look pale, are you okay?” I lean back to look at her.

“Y-Yeah.” She gulps absently. “It just takes a lot of my energy, plus I’ve never tried to heal something this complex, I usually stick with little cuts and bruises, on animals too.” She explains.

“You should get some rest then.” I say instantly, getting off the bed to support her to the door.

Shana is pacing anxiously on the other side of the door and somehow I’m not surprised. “Oh my goodness! You did it!” She exclaims, taking Mae from me. “I told you so.” She says smugly, pulling Mae into a hug.

“Thank you, Mae.” I smile softly leaning against the door.

Shana effortlessly picks her up. “Get some rest, Hay.”

“Goodnight.”

I find myself still smiling when I take off the bandages on my arms, the elated expression on Shana’s face and the matching one Mae spotted even though she didn’t look so hot was enough to keep me grinning.

As soon as my head touches the pillow though, my smile drops.

I still hadn’t seen Virgil all day, I’d asked and everyone said they hadn’t seen him either.

He had been acting weird recently, did he finally realize that just maybe he wasn’t interested in me that way?

I sigh miserably, or was he just plan angry that I’d called Dale instead.

Explaining either of those would be more than a little complicated, I’m too worried to even be angry that he disappeared without a warning or trace apparently.

I don’t realize how exhausted I am until there isn’t anymore pain to keep me up so even though my brain is on hyperdrive, my body is exhausted from the activities of the day that I had overextended myself doing and soon enough I fall asleep.