Saved By A Werewolf

I opened my eyes, darkness everywhere. The only source of light was the pale and gorgeous, full moon. But it was out of focus. The entire world was out of focus.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and even though my vision was blurry I could tell I was surrounded by trees. I couldn't remember where I was before, but I was certain it wasn't here. I would never go into the woods alone, much less at night. I was far too paranoid and unskilled to roam around without knowing the area perfectly.

I tried to remember where I was before, but my brain responded with a headache. It was then that I realized the sharp and burning pain I felt around my waist, legs, back, and core.

I tried to stand up but my body wouldn't move, or listen. I was gradually becoming more aware of my surroundings and situation. It was like slowly regaining consciousness. It was cold, really cold, and it didn't help that the ground was wet. I could feel some sort of liquid around my head. I tried to move, to stand up, but my efforts proved to be useless as my body wasn't responding.

I tried my best not to freak out. What did I know? I was hurt. I went through the things I learned in med school. I was disoriented, most likely from hitting my head or some sort of contusion. So it was safe to assume that the 'pool' of liquid was blood and I was losing a lot of it really fast. I needed to find my injuries and stop the bleeding because if I don't, my body would go into Hypovolemic shock.

It was clear I went through a horrible incident, and though I didn't remember it, my body did. It was causing what I hoped was temporary paralysis. The first thing I needed was to be able to move. That way I could at least locate my injuries. I gradually tried to become aware of my body and regain some type of sensation, with this, would come pain but I needed the pain to survive.

And so I did, I began trying to move my right index finger, which was resting near my side, and I could feel it. As I regained feeling I realized why it was so cold. I was not wearing any clothes. I couldn't focus on what that meant right now. I knew if I did, I would not make it through this.

Slowly but surely I was able to move my arm and place my hand in front of my face. A sticky, warm liquid shone in the moonlight. Blood. I placed my hand back where it was before and started applying pressure.

I tried not to freak out while I examine the situation. Which was extremely hard. I was badly hurt, the pain was obviously there for a reason. My body was paralyzed and I had no idea where I was. The more I forced myself out of that dizzying state the more I felt the pain, and the more I paid attention to the sounds around me.

"Help!" I tried to shout but out of me came barely a whisper. "Help!" I tried again, slightly louder, but it still wasn't enough. And even if I managed to shout, would anyone hear me? There were no sounds of traffic, or civilization, only silence, and running water.

My head was spinning, my entire body hurt and despite me trying to stay awake I felt a need to sleep. My thoughts weren't making sense as I was overcome with drowsiness. I knew if I passed out, It would be over so I fought it with everything I had. Was this the way I would die? Alone, in the forest. Would anyone ever find me?

And right as I was about to close my eyes, I heard it. Steps. Loud and strong steps. My hope turned into complete fear when I saw where they were coming from. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see it. The most largest creature of its kind I had ever seen. A black wolf, as big as a bear. I was forced out of that hyperrational state as I faced the last of my conclusions.

I was going to die. I couldn't move, from what I could tell the wounds were severe. No body would find me on time, and even if they did I would die before they could get any help. And now, a wolf had found me, a wounded easy prey, completely defenseless.

The hyperrational state my mind had entered in order to survive was no longer there. And I started to feel my emotions crashing down on me. The weight of them was so much I thought I would be crushed under it.

I began crying, praying, and begging anyone who listened for my death to be quick. And as I felt it draw closer I only slightly opened my eyes. The creature lowered his head and sniffed the air loudly. I got the impression that it was simply curious. But I knew that wolves would rarely abandon a wounded, helpless person. Food was food, and I knew that.

It took a step closer and I saw his eyes, the most beautiful gold shone proudly in them. I somehow felt at ease when I saw him, and so, even though I knew I was going to die. I wondered if anyone other than my patients would miss me. I hoped someone would. That at least my life meant something.

I didn't have any family or friends. All my life I'd been focused on achieving one goal: to become a psychiatrist. I worked hard in medical school, shutting everyone out because my career came first. And yes, I graduated early, but at what cost? I had no loved ones and no one to remember me by.

I started feeling incredibly sleepy. I was aware that if I closed my eyes I'd become unconscious, but the darkness was beckoning me. It's sweet song lulling me to sleep.

And a loud howl was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes and slipped into the darkness inside of my head.

I open my eyes only to see my mother staring back at me. Her pale white skin and black straight hair looked just the same as the last time I saw her.

"Elsa" she looked sad as she tried brushing my hair and failed completely. "I'm not good at this," she admitted. "Let's ask your daddy for help," she said with a smile as she grabbed my hand and walked over to the living room where he was watching tv.

"Himari!" my father exclaimed as he looked at my hair "I've told you a thousand times, her hair is different than yours" My Asian mother had no idea how to deal with afro-textured hair. And my father never expected her to. But she tried, she really did.

"I know," she said with a sad smile "But I wanted to do one of the hairstyles your mother does." My nana lived in Jamaica but she had come to visit us last summer.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaving his frustration aside. "Come 'ere Elsa," he said as he started braiding my hair.

Now that I think about it, I never had the chance to ask my father how he learned to braid hair in such a precise and beautiful way. My mother only stood there watching astonished.

My father smiled sweetly at my mother "Everything okay, Dr. Nakamura?" she hated when he called her that.

"Just admiring you from afar, Dr. Williams" she responded, deciding to sit next to him.

My mother was a world-famous brain surgeon and my father was a pediatrician. They met at a conference my mother held the first time she was invited to the country. My father fell head over heels for her and once they started dating he decided to follow her back to Japan.

They eventually moved back to Canada, got married, and had me. I didn't get a lot of time with them but they were the best parents I could ever ask for.

"Ready?" He said as he helped me get up.

I remember this day, it was one of the last ones I had with them.

"I still do not approve of this," my mother said, looking worried "You know what sugar does to her."

"A little ice cream never hurt anyone," he said as he winked at me.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me once she's bouncing all over the walls" She held my hand. She looked beautiful in that yellow dress. My mother loved fashion and she had an impeccable style. I always wondered what she might have worn to my graduation... She would have been so proud.

I often dreamt about this day, seeing my parents almost every night. Be it in good memories or bad, they always visited my dreams.

And it is not like I had many bad memories about them, only one. The night they died.

I remember my dad was funny and extremely handsome. My mother would always say she fell in love with him because he made her laugh.

My father in turn, shamelessly admitted he had fallen for her because she was, in his words, 'Smoking hot'.

I wish I could remember more about them, but they died when I was six years old. My paternal grandmother raised me, and when she died five years ago I lost the last of my family.

I was completely alone.

I was half awake at this point. Why are my eyelids so heavy? Why can't I open my eyes?

"Her wounds are healing well" I hear a male voice say calmly.

"When will she wake up?" a melodious female voice asks.

"Sooner than you realize."

I stirred in my bed. Oh, how I loved my bed, so soft and big and warm. I didn't want to wake up. To be fair, I never wanted to wake up. But I had to work.

I went to pull up my covers when I felt it. The agonizing pain. And it all came flooding back.

I shot open my eyes and looked around. I wasn't in the forest anymore. But panic rushed over me as I realized I had no idea where I was. This wasn't my room, I wasn't on my bed either. I looked around the room. It was spacious, I could see at least two doors, a chimney, and a big window. I took note of these, just in case. As I sat up a grunt of pain escaped me as my arms went to grip the wound on my side. It had a bandage on.

There was a mirror on the foot of the bed, on which I saw my battered face. It was swollen and bruised. I could barely recognize myself. My deep skin looked lifeless, my brown eyes dull. My hair looked like a mess of curls, instead of how I normally kept it- I had a rigorous hair care routine that I followed religiously- One of the things my nana taught me before she passed away was to always look my best. I almost felt like I was disappointing her.

I slowly remembered what happened last night, the memories deeply terrifying me.

My legs were sore, and except for a few cuts here and there that didn't look so bad, everything was okay. I wondered if I had freaked out a bit and exaggerated. But I was pretty sure it was worse.

"You've woken up! I'm so glad" the small voice came from the side of the bed. I just know she wasn't here a moment ago. I yelled, unsure of what else to do. A woman appeared, she was small, pale, and looked quite fragile. She carried a tray with some food.

"Melody! Are you ok? "A woman looking exactly like she appeared at her side. Twins, identical. Even though my body protested I got up and tried to place enough distance between us. "Oh, for heaven's sake, you scared her! Go call the Luna, tell her the girl's awake" and without saying anything the first girl nodded, left the tray on a bedside table, and left.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I said, still unsure if I could trust these people. I mean, I don't remember how I got attacked, but someone must have done it.

"My name is Melanie, and you are in the pack house," she said with a calming smile as if what she just said made any sense.

"What is--" I was about to ask what the hell she was talking about when she spoke.

"Melanie, you are confusing the poor girl even more," the melodious voice said, one I hadn't heard before. And as I turned to look at her I saw a girl. She couldn't have been older than 19. She was beautiful, she had the most unique blue eyes, with a hint of lilac. Her white skin had small freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her hair was brown and was braided with some sort of golden accessory that made her look like some sort of princess. Was I rescued by a cult?

"Ignore what she just said," she said with a slight smile. Something about her made me want to do as she wished. "You have been through a lot, I'm sure. You just woke up in a place you don't know and with people you have never seen. You must be scared. So I'd like to make a promise to you, as long as you are here, under my protection, no one will harm you " she said as she slowly sat on the end of the bed, the flowy dress she was wearing blending in with the white comforter. "I know you are reluctant to trust us, so I'll start by telling you my name. I am Selene, and these are Melody and Melanie, they help out around here." She smiled.

I had never met someone so adorable, kind, and comforting. It seemed like she was a ray of sunshine. Though she spoke with authority and walked with grace her vibe and attitude were just cute and calming. All of this combined with her round face and chin dimple made her look like a child.

"I'm sorry, where am I?" I asked.

"In my house," she said calmly"Now, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but, what is your name?"

I saw no harm in them knowing my name "Elsa Williams" I responded. "I... How did I get here?"

"Well, my ma- err, I mean, husband, found you in the woods. It was evident you were hurt and the closest hospital was still very far away, so he brought you here." Husband? This girl looked younger than me. "We patched up your wounds and took the liberty of getting you those clothes." The girl named Selene spoke. I looked dow at the delicate sleeping gown they had put on me. It was loose and very comfortable

"I really appreciate that, I honestly thought I was going to die and... that wolf--" the twins - Melody and Melanie, I suppose- jolted and Selene spoke again.

"You must want to know where you are, You are still in British Columbia, close to Miracle. Though... May I ask, what were you doing in these woods? No one usually ventures this far"

"I..." I tried to remember but that headache came back "Miracle? The last thing I remember is I was back in Vancouver" I closed my eyes, why would I come here? I had never been to Miracle before. I had no reason to. "What day is it?" I had to at least let the patients know I couldn't make it.

"It's Friday," Melody said. I sagged in relief. Friday was my day off.

"Then you must have come a long way..." She sighed "Do you remember who attacked you? What did they look like? We went to the police station but didn't have enough details" I had no idea, none. The more I tried to think the worse headache I'd get. "It's okay if you don't, my husband and his brother went looking, but it seems whoever did this was long gone." She looked disappointed."Oh! I almost forgot!" She pulled out her phone and handed it to me "My husband said that you didn't have a phone with you, and though the signal isn't the best, I thought you should call your family, they must be worried about you" she stood up "Oh, and after you are done with that you should eat something" she pointed to the tray on the table. She gave me one last smile and left with what I suppose were her maids.

Well, I had to admit I wasn't worried anymore. If they wanted to kill or kidnap me they wouldn't have handed me a phone. They gave me a location and even patched up my wounds. Feeling relieved, I picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. In what I believe was a try to give me privacy the twins swiftly exited the room.

"St. Aurelia General, how may I help you?"

"Hello, can you redirect me to the psychiatric department?"

"Hold please"

"Hello?" I smiled at the familiar voice.

"That is not how you are supposed to answer the phone, Maggie," I said with a laugh.

"Dr. Williams? Hey!"

"Yes, I just called to let you know I probably won't be able to make it on Monday," I said.

"I know, you are taking some personal time"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you took a month off didn't you?" I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. Why would I take time off?

"I... did I say why?"

"No...Dr. Williams, is everything ok?" It obviously wasn't but a psychiatrist with amnesia was like a clown with depression. I was afraid it might hurt my reputation if I admitted I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Y-yes, don't worry, I have to go, see you around Maggie" I hung up the phone and practically threw it on the bed. I paced anxiously even though I knew that would be of no use.

I spotted the mirror and lifted up my gown to check on the main wound. I had started bleeding through the bandage so I decided to change it. I had seen that one of the doors led to the hall, so if I assumed correctly the other one led to a bathroom. I was right. I removed the gauze and gasped at what I saw.

I had assumed a human had attacked me, but what I saw no person could do. It was a bite, a huge beast-like bite. Did a bear attack me? A mountain lion? A wolf? And if an animal did this, why would it stop at a simple bite?

I stirred in my bed. Oh, how I loved my bed, so soft and big and warm. I didn't want to wake up. To be fair, I never wanted to wake up. But I had to work.

I went to pull up my covers when I felt it. The agonizing pain. And it all came flooding back.

I shot open my eyes and looked around. I wasn't in the forest anymore. But panic rushed over me as I realized I had no idea where I was. This wasn't my room, I wasn't on my bed either. I looked around the room. It was spacious, I could see at least two doors, a chimney, and a big window. I took note of these, just in case. As I sat up a grunt of pain escaped me as my arms went to grip the wound on my side. It had a bandage on.

There was a mirror on the foot of the bed, on which I saw my battered face. It was swollen and bruised. I could barely recognize myself. My deep skin looked lifeless, my brown eyes dull. My hair looked like a mess of curls, instead of how I normally kept it- I had a rigorous hair care routine that I followed religiously- One of the things my nana taught me before she passed away was to always look my best. I almost felt like I was disappointing her.

I slowly remembered what happened last night, the memories deeply terrifying me.

My legs were sore, and except for a few cuts here and there that didn't look so bad, everything was okay. I wondered if I had freaked out a bit and exaggerated. But I was pretty sure it was worse.

"You've woken up! I'm so glad" the small voice came from the side of the bed. I just know she wasn't here a moment ago. I yelled, unsure of what else to do. A woman appeared, she was small, pale, and looked quite fragile. She carried a tray with some food.

"Melody! Are you ok? "A woman looking exactly like she appeared at her side. Twins, identical. Even though my body protested I got up and tried to place enough distance between us. "Oh, for heaven's sake, you scared her! Go call the Luna, tell her the girl's awake" and without saying anything the first girl nodded, left the tray on a bedside table, and left.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I said, still unsure if I could trust these people. I mean, I don't remember how I got attacked, but someone must have done it.

"My name is Melanie, and you are in the pack house," she said with a calming smile as if what she just said made any sense.

"What is--" I was about to ask what the hell she was talking about when she spoke.

"Melanie, you are confusing the poor girl even more," the melodious voice said, one I hadn't heard before. And as I turned to look at her I saw a girl. She couldn't have been older than 19. She was beautiful, she had the most unique blue eyes, with a hint of lilac. Her white skin had small freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her hair was brown and was braided with some sort of golden accessory that made her look like some sort of princess. Was I rescued by a cult?

"Ignore what she just said," she said with a slight smile. Something about her made me want to do as she wished. "You have been through a lot, I'm sure. You just woke up in a place you don't know and with people you have never seen. You must be scared. So I'd like to make a promise to you, as long as you are here, under my protection, no one will harm you " she said as she slowly sat on the end of the bed, the flowy dress she was wearing blending in with the white comforter. "I know you are reluctant to trust us, so I'll start by telling you my name. I am Selene, and these are Melody and Melanie, they help out around here." She smiled.

I had never met someone so adorable, kind, and comforting. It seemed like she was a ray of sunshine. Though she spoke with authority and walked with grace her vibe and attitude were just cute and calming. All of this combined with her round face and chin dimple made her look like a child.

"I'm sorry, where am I?" I asked.

"In my house," she said calmly"Now, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but, what is your name?"

I saw no harm in them knowing my name "Elsa Williams" I responded. "I... How did I get here?"

"Well, my ma- err, I mean, husband, found you in the woods. It was evident you were hurt and the closest hospital was still very far away, so he brought you here." Husband? This girl looked younger than me. "We patched up your wounds and took the liberty of getting you those clothes." The girl named Selene spoke. I looked dow at the delicate sleeping gown they had put on me. It was loose and very comfortable

"I really appreciate that, I honestly thought I was going to die and... that wolf--" the twins - Melody and Melanie, I suppose- jolted and Selene spoke again.

"You must want to know where you are, You are still in British Columbia, close to Miracle. Though... May I ask, what were you doing in these woods? No one usually ventures this far"

"I..." I tried to remember but that headache came back "Miracle? The last thing I remember is I was back in Vancouver" I closed my eyes, why would I come here? I had never been to Miracle before. I had no reason to. "What day is it?" I had to at least let the patients know I couldn't make it.

"It's Friday," Melody said. I sagged in relief. Friday was my day off.

"Then you must have come a long way..." She sighed "Do you remember who attacked you? What did they look like? We went to the police station but didn't have enough details" I had no idea, none. The more I tried to think the worse headache I'd get. "It's okay if you don't, my husband and his brother went looking, but it seems whoever did this was long gone." She looked disappointed."Oh! I almost forgot!" She pulled out her phone and handed it to me "My husband said that you didn't have a phone with you, and though the signal isn't the best, I thought you should call your family, they must be worried about you" she stood up "Oh, and after you are done with that you should eat something" she pointed to the tray on the table. She gave me one last smile and left with what I suppose were her maids.

Well, I had to admit I wasn't worried anymore. If they wanted to kill or kidnap me they wouldn't have handed me a phone. They gave me a location and even patched up my wounds. Feeling relieved, I picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. In what I believe was a try to give me privacy the twins swiftly exited the room.

"St. Aurelia General, how may I help you?"

"Hello, can you redirect me to the psychiatric department?"

"Hold please"

"Hello?" I smiled at the familiar voice.

"That is not how you are supposed to answer the phone, Maggie," I said with a laugh.

"Dr. Williams? Hey!"

"Yes, I just called to let you know I probably won't be able to make it on Monday," I said.

"I know, you are taking some personal time"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you took a month off didn't you?" I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. Why would I take time off?

"I... did I say why?"

"No...Dr. Williams, is everything ok?" It obviously wasn't but a psychiatrist with amnesia was like a clown with depression. I was afraid it might hurt my reputation if I admitted I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Y-yes, don't worry, I have to go, see you around Maggie" I hung up the phone and practically threw it on the bed. I paced anxiously even though I knew that would be of no use.

I spotted the mirror and lifted up my gown to check on the main wound. I had started bleeding through the bandage so I decided to change it. I had seen that one of the doors led to the hall, so if I assumed correctly the other one led to a bathroom. I was right. I removed the gauze and gasped at what I saw.

I had assumed a human had attacked me, but what I saw no person could do. It was a bite, a huge beast-like bite. Did a bear attack me? A mountain lion? A wolf? And if an animal did this, why would it stop at a simple bite?