08 - Chapter Eight - Siryn's Point Of View.
By the end of the day, we had a lot done. We had levelled the ground
and even started to rebuild. Tents had been set up for the pack
members for the night and a few of us had offered to spend a few
nights helping make sure they were safe. I was one of the few who
offered when the idea was brought up days before we even got here.
Lucio was given a tent all to himself in the beginning but after talking
with him Lucio and I ended up bunking with each other despite what he
had said before he wasn't going to sleep in the same tent with my
muddy ass.
The light had long faded out before Lucio and I even showed signs of
sleep. He was laughing at a joke I had made and I couldn't help but
watch him. My eyes locked on his lips and I leaned in pressing mine
against his. He growled and shoved me away from him, his claws out
enough that he split open my skin. I could feel the blood running down
my shoulder. Slowly removing myself from the tent I went to look for
one of the other members of the group. With them all being warriors I
knew they could help with my wounds. Somewhere along the lines I
had gotten disoriented and just sat down. Instead of thinking about this
logically, I started to sob I wanted to blame it on the blood loss but it
was just really from me being tired both physically and emotionally. My
lack of sleep the night before also had something to do with my state.
Without realizing I was so close to Lucio and I's tent. Unaware to me
was that he was inside listening to me sobbing.
I never heard or saw him moving in the dark. So when he pulled me
against his chest I attacked him. I felt my human nails scratch his face
and the scent of his blood hit me. I froze and tried my hardest to not
grab him and have a good look at the damage I had done. I knew I
should just leave him alone but I was worried. Following him back to
the tent I flicked the lamplight on. I had managed to get him right up
along the side of his face. There was a slight line of bleeding but not
too horrible. I felt so bad for hurting him. The fact he was bleeding
made me forget all about my own wound and the pain in my shoulder.
"I'm sorry"
âIt's fine"
"But it's not. I hurt you.â
"You are not the first and I hardly doubt you will be the last.â
Gee thanks. Because that honestly made me feel any better. My trusty
bag wasn't far from my own cot. Carrying the bag over to where we
had been sitting and laughing opening the last few antiseptic wipes. He
was about to be so clean again. I would clean all his wounds and make
him realize I cared about him. I knew life threw him the worst kind of
deal and it was hard for him to accept me because I'm a stranger to
him. I really did understand that. It didn't help my broken heart any less
however. I was really sad he had lost his vision because of it all and he
felt guilty for not being dead like the rest of the wolves.
âI'm fine"
"Let me clean----"
"What part of I'm fine don't you fucking understand!" He said lashing
out at me.
I backed off realizing he needed his space. Watching him for a while I
soon became aware that he had fallen asleep in one of the chairs.
Taking the wipe with me I got close enough and tried to clean his
wound. He spoke suddenly scaring the complete shit out of me.
"Touch me with that and me yelling at you will be the least of your
concerns.â
I more than touched him with the wipe. I scrubbed the wound clean
and made sure no infection would set in. With one more clean wipe left,
I turned to put it away. Lucio grabbed the front of my shirt and gently
took the other wipeout of my hand. I blanked as to why he would grab
me suddenly.
"Off" he mumbled.
Confused, I looked at him.
"Off what?"
"Take your shirt off.â
"Oh. My wound. "
Slipping the sweater off my shoulders I set it on my cot. Lucio took a
deep breath smelling the air again. It was an odd thing but I knew he
could smell the blood that had come out of the wound.
"I made you bleed quite a bit."
"I'm going to plug that nose one of these days."
"Oh. I see."
Lucio was a lot less gentle with the wipe. Oh fucking hell it burned too,
I hissed as it felt like he was scrubbing off the first four layers of my
skin. I figured this was because he had forgotten how to be gentle with
people. Out of nowhere, I spoke.
"Let me kiss you."
Lucio said nothing as he stood up and walked away into the dark.
Slipping a new shirt out of my bag I put it on. He needed some alone
time. I was just going to give him that. If I could. I found it really hard to
give him the space that he wanted. I wanted to run after him and
demand that he kiss me because he is my mate, but that was wrong
and selfish. Coming to terms that he wasn't wasn't going to let me kiss
him right yet I just prepared myself for when he came back and I could
apologize to him for not respecting his boundaries. 1 laid down and
waited for him to show back up. But I was sure he would wait until I was
asleep to return, so I settled down into my cot for the night and shut
my eyes. After a while I heard him return and settle into his own cot. I
felt relief knowing that he did come back. I was worried about him
whether he wanted me to or not.