Leah's POV
"Leah, calm down," Darren's wolf said in a calm voice.
I noticed that there was an open wound on his foreleg and it was a nasty cut.
He got that wound because he was trying to protect me.
I immediately felt guilty about shouting at him.
I held up Jorah's body and wailed.
"First of all, Jorah's not dead. There's some concussion in his head and there might be some broken ribs, I'm not sure. But one thing I am sure of is that he's still alive," Darren's wolf said.
I looked down at Jorah in my arms and caught him peeking at me.
As soon as he met my eyes, he shut his eyes and pretended dead.
"Jorah! This isn't funny!" I put him on the ground and jumped up.
"Ouch! Ouch! Multiple broken ribs!" Jorah whimpered and coughed.
I had to pick him up again and hold him in my arms.
He placed his head over my arm and took a long deep breath.
"Thank you, Miss Lewyn, much better," he said.
"You can't do things like this to me!" I wiped the tears off my face. "I thought you were dead and I was crying!"
"I might look cute but I am quite sturdy," Jorah mumbled. "That was a powerful kick, though. Anyway, you made a promise that you won't break up with Alpha. Lycans don't lie, so you have to keep up your promise."
"We do lie and we're telling lies all the time!" I rubbed my nose. I had a runny nose, but there was no tissue to wipe it clean. So I picked up Jorah's tail and used it as a napkin to blow my nose.
"Urgh... Slimy and sticky tail!" Jorah protested.
"You deserve it, knucklehead!" I wiped my nose clean and said.
Jorah struggled to lift up his head to look at me -
"I'm sorry, Miss Lewyn. My death might be a fake one, but whatever I said before my fake death was the truth. Alpha loves you, but he just couldn't find the right way to express it. He doesn't know anything about love, and I couldn't just remove his head and pour that sort of knowledge into his brain, you know..."
I wrapped my hand around his snort to shut him up.
"You are not allowed to speak one more word from now on," I said and dialed for the ambulance.
Then, I turned my head toward Darren's wolf and said, "I'm sorry for shouting at you, Darren. But I guess we need to sit down and talk about what's exactly going on these days."
Darren lowered his head to lick the wound on his foreleg and said, "Miss Lewyn, it's not that I don't want to tell you what happened. It's just that I can't tell you anything when I have no idea what's going on." Then, he lifted up his head to look at me with his piercing blue eyes and said, "I've done everything for you, Leah. But sometimes, I can't help but feel that nothing that I've done is good enough for you."
"No, Darren, please don't think like that..." I stood up and approached Darren. I ripped my clothes into strips and wrapped them carefully around Darren's wounded leg. "I'm so sorry, Darren. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that... You've done nothing wrong. It's all my fault. It's all because of me..."
At that time, I heard the siren of an ambulance in the distance.
Darren stood up and shook his fur.
"Are you leaving right now?" I frowned and asked.
"Yeah. I don't want to be rushed to the hospital. This scratch will be healed as soon as the Full Moon is over and I shift into a human being. You don't need to worry about me. Take Jorah to the hospital and tell them that there was a hit and run. Leave the rest of the investigation to me." Jorah took a leap into the bush and said.
Then, he turned back to look at me, as if there were a thousand words that he wanted to say to me.
But eventually, he said, "I will meet you as soon as I figure out everything. Meanwhile, try to stay safe, Leah."
Then, he disappeared into the bush.
"Please don't tell Alpha that I said this, but Darren's really cool. I like that dude. He's a man of style..." Jorah mumbled.
I wrapped my hand around his snort again to shut him up.
I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen to Darren.
I have to take the initiative to figure out who was trying to kill me and why. I thought to myself. And maybe I'll have a dog.
The next day. Mediland Public Cementary.
As the rain fell in a steady drizzle, the mourners gathered in the public cemetery.
The air was heavy with the dampness of the day, and the grey clouds hung low in the sky like a shroud.
The trees surrounding the cemetery swayed gently in the wind, their branches bending under the weight of the rain.
I looked at the small crowd of people that had gathered in front of two tombs of Uma Jansen and Damian Jansen.
Their faces were etched with sadness and sorrow.
All of them were rogues and Omegas. They stood together in solemn silence, their heads bowed and their eyes fixed on the ground.
A lone werewolf shaman priest stood at the head of the group. His black robes were flapping in the wind.
The sound of raindrops hitting the tombstone echoed through the cemetery, a mournful drumbeat that seemed to match the mood of the gathering.
The shaman priest began to speak, his voice low and mournful.
"Today, we come together to say goodbye to two beloved members of our community," he said, his words barely audible over the sound of the rain. "We mourn the passing of two kind souls, who brought joy and happiness to so many of our lives..."
The mourners listened with rapt attention, their minds lost in memories of Uma and Damian. A few of them began to weep, their tears mixing with the rain that ran down their faces.
"Enough. This is enough." I suddenly interrupted the shaman priest's eulogy.
People were looking at me with surprise.
"How many of you have lost family members to the Rock Growlers soldiers? Raise your hand." I asked.
Every single of them raised their hand.
"So why don't we unite and do something about it? How many more lives have to be lost before someone steps up and takes action?!" I asked in a cold, stern voice. "If people's death can't make a difference to the live ones, they die in vain."
"But we're strayed rogues and poor Omegas. They are soldiers of the most powerful pack in the South. What can we do?" a man in the crowd asked.