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~Amy~

"Do not touch her!" a female voice hissed menacingly in front of me. It definitely had to be werewolves. They smelled pretty strongly of yesterday's pack. I didn't dare to open my eyes. I'd rather continue pretending to sleep.

"Have you seen her before?" another voice asked softly. It was a male, deep voice. She was scratchy and sounded a little sleepy too. What time do you think it was? As I fell asleep, the sun began to set. Was it the middle of the night? Or in the morning?

"No." answered another voice. It was also a man, but he sounded much older. Maybe he was 60?

"I don't care if we know her or not, but she looks awful. We definitely have to help her," the woman said again.

"She's a rogue!" shouted the older man. He sounded angry, but he was right. They wouldn't have to take me in if they didn't want to.

"Peter. I know you have doubts, but we can't just leave her here. Even if she were a werewolf, her scratches on her legs and arms wouldn't heal. The girl would die," said the woman in front of me. So you hadn't seen my wound on my back yet.

"We'll wake her up and then you examine her. After that she can move on," said the voice called Peter.

"Thank you," the woman whispered. Probably his mate, I figured, because he'd given in so easily.

"Hey" the woman's voice said quietly and she shook my tense shoulder slightly. I slowly opened my eyes and squinted against the bright light. OK, so it was morning. I jumped and looked at the three people skeptically.

"We only want to help you, if you come with me I can patch you up" said the woman kneeling in front of me. She had bright brown eyes and brown hair that she had tied back.

Peter was the oldest in the room and had a three day beard and blue eyes. His black hair was relatively short and had a grayish sheen.

The boy next to him had longer black hair and the sides were shaved short. If I had to guess it would be maybe 5mm. Just like his father, he had blue eyes. It somehow didn't fit, but in another way it seemed coherent. He was wearing a black sweater and gray sweatpants. One that felt like every boy had. I didn't know exactly, but I could imagine that he had muscles. He definitely had to have a six pack. Otherwise I would be really disappointed. On his face he had a scar on his cheek. I just guessed it was family.

I nodded to the woman and she helped me to sit up. I tried to stand on my feet, but they couldn't take my weight and I fell. Almost. The young man caught me in time, but touched the skin on my back that was no longer there.

I gasped in pain and bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. "What did you do?" the man shouted in shock and looked at my wound again. I didn't say anything, just looked at the floor. I was afraid of them. They were strangers and shouldn't know about my problems. I just wanted to get away. You could still find me.

"Come with me" said the woman and took me from the boy's arms. She supported me all the way. We only made slow progress because my legs didn't want to go any further. I didn't want to either. When Peter saw my torn back he looked pretty shocked too. Just like the woman next to him.

"The question is rather who it was." said Peter. I didn't respond to her, just stared at the floor in front of me.

"Okay, now let's go home. You'll definitely stay with us tonight. I won't let you go like that," she said firmly. Peter gave her a critical look, but she ignored him. I was fine too.

We walked out of the cave and I kept my eyes on the floor. I just saw the grass and out of the corner of my eye a couple of werewolves looking at me. I kept my eyes on the ground the whole time because I didn't like being looked at like that. Suddenly the grass turned to stone and we were standing in a front yard. There I raised my gaze a little and we entered the big house.

"Come with me. I'll take you to the treatment room." She said. This was probably something like a hospital. It was kept very simple in white and turquoise. I liked this color. It wasn't as monotonous as these normal hospitals, but had a face of its own.

The woman took me to the treatment room and told the boy to get some clothes for me. Your husband should find me a room.

"So now we're alone. What's your name? Oh how rude, I'm Marian. Just call me Mary." she said and held out her hand to me. "Amy" I said hoarsely and took her hand.

"Fine Amy. Who did this to you and why are you so beat up?" she asked. I shuddered internally and got goosebumps. why me again Oh yeah, because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"My alpha rejected me and my stepmother stood by him. She bit my back and tore off the skin with it." I said, still quite hoarse. Mary noticed it too and hit her head. "I'm going to get you some water" she said and wanted to leave when the door opened and her son and her husband came in.

"Very good. Thanks. Mason get her some water." said Mary and Mason, the son sighed loudly. But he turned and walked out of the room almost silently. Mary went with her husband and I was now alone.

The treatment room was furnished relatively normally. It reflected the blue and white and there was a small desk with a computer on it.

"So Amy." Mary said when she came back into the room. I jumped, but immediately sucked in another painful breath.

"I'm sorry. Well, you have to lie on your stomach and then I'll tend and clean your wounds." she explained to me. I just nodded and lay down on my stomach.

Every time she touched my wound it hurt, but it was bearable. I felt my skin heal quickly and was able to breathe deeply.