Forbidden

My mom and Micheal's mom, Vikki, looked so fierce and
determined the whole ride to the hospital. I couldn't keep
still in my seat, I wanted all of this to be over with. Micheal
kept squeezing my hand to remind me to calm down. I
would just smile lightly and keep bouncing in my seat. I
didn't bother my mother with questions of what we would
do. I kept thinking maybe scare him, one of us, or all of us
would turn into our wolf forms and scare him into not
telling anymore of what he had seen.

But I knew my mother was not that kind of person, the
only other thing I could think of was killing him, or injuring
him more to the point where he can't talk. But that was
cruel, even my wolf knew that.

We were finally at the hospital after what seemed like
hours. I jumped out quickly and went straight to the front
doors. Then I realized that before we could talk to him,
before we could get to him we had to check in first, we
weren't his family.

I stopped about ten feet away from the front desk. I turned
around and my mother was walking right past me; she
already had everything planned. I smiled and walked
forward but then Micheal caught my arm and pulled me
back. "Don't smile." he whispered and we both started
walking forward.

I rolled my eyes but then realized why I couldn't smile; my
mother was pretending to be sad, she even had fake tears
rolling down her face. I couldn't look happy while at the
hospital, why hadn't I gotten that through my head? I tried
not to laugh at how funny my mother looked, she had a
huge hand towel in her hands, dabbing her eyes and
cheeks every now and then.

Michea's mother was patting my mom's back to comfort
her, it all looked fairly convincing. "There, there, he'll be
o.k. so giant bear is gonna keep him down." Vikkie would
say, I bet she was determined to make everyone believe it
was a bear. We would all have to put on a charade, even
Jessica, and thankfully she had already done her part.
The nurse wasn't being helpful, she just kep saying that
there has been too many up to see him. She didn't have to
be so obnoxious. I put on a pout and thought of the
animals I had lost growing up, a puppy, two rabbits, and
many fishes; none were my fault, mostly.

I rubbed my eyes before I walked closer to the desk; trying
to make them look red. I started sniffling and wiping my
eyes, I hoped I looked as convincing as they did. "Mommy,
ca-ca-can we g-go see him now?" I asked as if I were really
crying. My mom pulled me into a hug and we both started
our fake crying. "The lovely nurse says we can't go up
now, I'm so sorry sweetheart." My mother told me,
humming lightly pretending to calm me.

I hid my face in her shoulder and started laughing, only to
everyone else it sounded like a cry. I put on a pout once
again and turned to the not so lovely nurse. "I-Is there re-
re-really nothing you can do?" I asked her, trying too look
as sad as I could. She gave me a look, like she hated me,
but then sighed and said, "He's in room 312, do not stay
longer than an hour. I hope you will now see he will be
perfectly fine." She said pointing to the elevators. I smiled
weakly at the surse, still putting on my charade of being
sad; sad people shouldn't smile widely.

Once we got into the elevators I bursted out laughing.
"That was fun." I commented, no one was laughing with
me. My mother looked at me disapporvingly, Micheal just
rolled his eyes at me, and Vikki didn't even bother looking
at me. I sighed, now was the time to be serious about
everything we had to deal with. How fun? I thought
sarcastically.

I kept my face serious as we walked past the first five
rooms leading to the officers room. I looked at him coldly,
so did everyone else. Luckily no one was in the room, we
shut the door behind us. His leg was wrapped in gauze and
it was hanging in the air. He had a bandage wrapped
around his head as well. He looked at us curiously and
then he became afraid. He had dark black hair and light
green eyes, he didn't look too old, but he had some
wrinkles on his face, probably from working hard his
whole life.

I turned to see my mother smiling. I gave her a weird look
but she kept her eyes on the officer in the bed. "I see that
you already know you are one of us then." She said
calmly. He gave her a confused look. "I don't know what
you are talking about mam, and I don't know who you are,
but I'm sure you know you aren't allowed in here." He said,
his voice had authority, from many years of being an
officer.

"That was no dream you had, I bet it seemed like one,
didn't it?" She asked, that smile stuck on her face, but
somehw it wasn't that friendly. "You are a werewolf, you
were attacked by one, and you can sense that we are
werewolves as well." She told him.

That was odd, I never really knew how to tell a werewolf
from a human, maybe because I already knew who was a
werewolf and who wasn't. I wasn't sure, but now I felt
jealous that someone who had only been a werewolf for
maybe a week has better sense of smell than I do, and I'm
almost 2 years old as a werewolf.

The man shook his head, wincing when it hurt. "How is
that possible?" he asked in a whisper. "We don't have time
to answer questions, you just need to clear things up. You
need to stop telling them what you really saw and start
telling them it must have been a grizzly; they are known to
wander this far." He looked at my mom, so many questions
in his eyes. "Why can't they know? What if I want them to
know?" My mom growled and bared her teeth, already
razor sharp. "You think about telling and you'll have more
than one werwolf to worry about." She threatned. He
moved in his bed, obviously afraid.

"Why did he attack me?" He asked after a moment of
silence. My mom closed her eyes. "I'm sorry that had to
happen, he was furious and he wanted revenge; he wasn't
thinking about hurting anyone but saw you as something
in his way I'm sure." She finally opened her eyes.

"Revenge for what?" he asked. I stepped forward. "He
wants us, mainly me, we attacked them and left them there
when we should have made sure they coudln't have
harmed anyone. I am sorry. Do you know if there was
another werewolf?" I spoke quickly and confidently.
He thought for a moment. "No, there was just one man,
caucasion, but there was another spot of blood not too far
from him, it looked as if someone else was there. Why
would he want to kill you?"

I sighed, the other one, the more violent one got away as
well. "He wanted me as his mate, rather the one he was
traveling with, the one that got away." I shook my head.
"You should get out of the hospital, as soon as you can.
You'll be healing faster than anyone can comprehend and
that will attract too much attention to you. All you'll really
need is a lot of morphine, and try to not shift while you're
healing, you might just mess up your bone structure and
never be able to walk as a human." Where was all this
coming from? I was talking as if I knew everything. I had
known all this, but I had never had to explain this to
anyone and it felt weird that I was taking charge like this. I
shhok my head again and stepped back to where Micheal
stood. He placed his arm around me. My mother stared at
me, I wasn't sure if she approved of me stepping in, or if
she was disappointed. I've never seen this expression on
her face and it was very unnerving. It made me wish we
were in our wolf forms so I could hear her thoughts.

She turned back to the man, "What is your name?" she
asked in a slightly harsh tone. "Walbury, Marshall Walbury
mam." She nodded. "Marshall, my daughter is right, you
will have to leave, the sooner the better. We will have to
keep in touch because you are new and have never had to
deal with anything like this before. You are welcome to
stay with one of our families. It's good that you don't have
immediate family, it'll be easier for us as well as for
yourself. If the doctors or anyone else ask tell them that
you have a doctor that flies in from else where to see you.
Take leave for as long as you can until we are sure you
can control yourself. You being injured will help, they
expect you not to heal for about 6 months, that should be
enough time to get ahold of yourself." She said.

Once again I was jealous, why couldn't I have a hold on
myself? Why couldn't I have enough restraint, I was mainly
only bad around the full moon, but if someone pushed the
wrong buttons then I'm sure that I'd take their head off. I
felt like hitting the officer right now just for how confident
my mother seemed to be he would be o.k. with this new
life he would be living.

My mother got his number and she gave ours and Vikki's
as well. "Call when you need someone to pick you up."
And we left.