Being Werewolf Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Sira looked around her room as she waited for Fenrir to come back. She was in what the Healers called a “private ward” but to her, it just looked like a normal room in a Muggle hospital. She sighed as she looked down at the bandages over her chest, hoping by some miracle that they would be able to find a cure of it because in all honesty, she didn’t want to have to decide between life and death. She had more to do in life, but there was more waiting for her in death. She knew it.

The Healers had wanted to speak with Fenrir about the nature of the blade that had been used on here, since he was the one who knew the most about it. Anthony had been wandering in and out, informing their family and friends of what had happened. She leaned back against her pillows, not liking the silence of the room, or the weakness she was feeling. She hated being stuck in this bed.

Anthony walked into the room and sat down beside her bed, giving her a slight smile as he handed her a chocolate bar. “You’re a saint, son,” she said gently as she took the chocolate from him. “You know that, right?” He chuckled at her comment.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you feel better.” She opened the wrapper and broke off a corner of the bar and offered it to him, which he took. She broke herself off a piece and placed it on her tongue. “Harry contacted the hospital and said he’d be coming to see you in an hour or so,” he stated as she ate her chocolate.

“That’s nice of him. Do you know why there’s so many Aurors in the hallway?” she questioned quickly, breaking off more of the bar. “They keep waving when they walk by but they don’t stop and talk.” Her son’s smile faded as he looked at her.

“Kael is here,” he stated calmly. “He received two stab wounds to the back and he lost a lot of blood. The Healers say that he will make a full recovery, but he hasn’t come back into consciousness yet. They said the wounds that Fenrir gave him are messing with his body’s recovery. Once he’s recovered, he’ll be tried for his crimes that you, Fenrir, Cain, Arian, and I have witnessed and most likely, he’ll be sent to Azkaban.”

“Who brought him in?”

“Torren did,” he explained as a bit of disgust entered his eyes. “He said that Elliot allowed him to.”

“You don’t need to be upset with your half-brother, Anthony,” she stressed softly. “He didn’t betray anyone, even if he did make a mistake.” There was a question in his eyes, she could see it as plain as day. “I told him to stab me. Kael came to him when he was captured and told him to kill me. Of course, he didn’t want to but I told him what he needed to do. He did it perfectly, except he used the wrong knife.” She ate a bit more of her chocolate before looking at him again. He seemed to not understand why she put her life on the line so many times, why she was so risky, but she knew with time with the Aurors that he would come to understand. He would live a dangerous life, a life that she had chosen to live as well. “Are Scabior and Izzy coming as well?”

“They are,” he replied, knowing that she was trying to keep her mind off of the more stressful matters, like the fact that she was dying and they only had one way to prevent it from happening.

“Have you heard anything from Uncle Ivan recently?” Her son nodded as she handed him another piece of the chocolate.

“He should be here soon,” he replied. “He was getting off of work as soon as possible to come visit you.” She looked down at the half-eaten chocolate bar in her hands as she lost herself in a thought. She felt weak, but she wasn’t in pain. She felt weak, but she wasn’t tired. It was the oddest thing she had ever felt. Maybe dying wasn’t going to be as painful as she had imagined. Then again, she had been pumped full of spells and potions to ease her pain and promote her healing that she didn’t really even know what she actually felt like.

She nodded slowly before shifting a little bit in her bed and setting the bar of chocolate on a small table beside her. She felt like she should be saying more to him, but he seemed like he knew whatever she was going to say. Honestly, she felt like there was nothing left to say.

A Healer with red hair and green eyes stepped into the room with a clipboard in his hands. He gave them a slight smile as he came closer to them. “Hello, Sira, it’s been a while since you’ve been in here,” he stated as he came over and shook her hand. She gave him a slight smile back.

“I never plan on coming here, Ritchie,” she said back kindly, “but it comes with the job.”

“Of course,” he said with a light smile. “Is this your son?”

“Yes, Anthony,” she stated as she looked at her son warmly, “this is Ritchie Leonhart. He’s an old friend of mine and one of the best Healers here in the hospital.” Anthony stood and shook Ritchie’s hand.

“We’ve discussed your situation with the rest of the Healers and we’ve discussed the details of the substance that was used to make your knives with Fenrir,” he explained as he looked through his notes. “We have also pulled and studied your uncle’s file. With all of this, we’re certain that this is completely different than anything we’ve ever handled before. The process that the blade smith used rendered the werewolf saliva noninfectious, but in turn, it amplified its toxic nature, making it even more difficult to deal with than a normal bite or scratch from a werewolf. Also, we believe it was made worse because the saliva was collected when the werewolf was in its feral form.” He flipped over a page on his clipboard as he scanned quickly through his notes before looking at her again. “But we do have hope, because we took a sample of your blood when you came here and we took a bit of Fenrir’s blood as well.

“What we found is interesting. What we found was that in your blood, there was already a presence of lycanthropy, but it has not developed into the disease. Right now, we believe that it is dormant and we doubt that it will ever develop into full lycanthropy at this point. Although, we also found the toxin from your knife in your blood as well, which is concerning especially for the location of your wound, but it seems like the lycanthropy in your system is fighting against the toxin. We would like to take another blood sample here soon to see if the virus is actually diminishing the amount of the toxin in your system.

“We have hope for you, Sira,” Ritchie said with a friendly smile, “but it’s going to take time to see if what we hope will happen does actually happen. Do you have any questions?” She shook her head as he gave her a nod. “I’ll come check on you in a little bit then. I’ll have one of the other Healers come and check your wound and take some blood from you.”

“Thank you,” she said gently.

“You’re welcome,” he replied before walking out of the room. She leaned back against her pillows with a sigh as her eyes gazed up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes gently as a pang of dull pain went through her. Footsteps entered the room and she opened her eyes to see who had come in. Fenrir stood in the doorway, looking pale and worried. It didn’t help that the full moon was coming tomorrow night.

“Did Ritchie tell you what they found?” he asked as he walked over to her, sitting down across from Anthony.

“He just left. He sounded pretty hopeful when he was here,” she replied as she took his hand.

“He told me that you already had the virus in your veins.” She looked over to her son, who nodded as he stood and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Fenrir looked distraught over the fact, but she didn’t really understand why. “I accidently gave it to you.”

“Not the full form of the disease, Fenrir,” she breathed tenderly. “Yes, I have lupine tendencies, but I’ve had those for a long time, and it’s not hurting me. It may actually be helping me.”

“We don’t know that, Sira.”

“We don’t know what’s going on with me to begin with. I may be dying for all we know,” she snapped, causing him to sigh. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. She was already denying what was in front of her, the fact that she may have to become a werewolf to save her life, or die if she didn’t, and she was starting to snap at anyone close to her. “I’m sorry,” she said in a quiet voice as another dull pain spread through her body. She hoped that it was nothing.

He was about to say something when the door opened again and a young Healer walked in with new bandages and a syringe in hand. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said with a warm smile and she couldn’t help but think of those sickly-sweet Healers that came to visit her in Azkaban.

“You’re not,” Fenrir said gently as he squeezed her hand gently. The Healer smiled as she came closer to her bed.

“I’m going to change your bandage first, Sira, then I’ll take a sample of your blood. Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah,” Sira answered as she shrugged the hospital gown off of her shoulder, exposing more of the bandage, before she laid back. Carefully, the Healer removed the tape that was holding the bandage onto her chest. She closed her eyes as the Healer let out a short breath, muttering something that she couldn't understand. She looked down to see what was wrong.

There was no wound. Well, there was one but it just wasn’t what she expected. It looked like a scratch, but a healing one at that. “That’s strange,” she whispered. The Healer nodded as Fenrir stood and looked at her wound. The Healer looked at Fenrir, her eyes turning serious.

“I’m going to get Healer Leonhart,” she said quickly as she stepped away from them. “He needs to see this.”



Elliot gazed at the mansion ahead of him, the house all grey and run-down, matching how he felt. Rolfe was by his side and he was glad for him company. He needed to tell the rest of the pack what happened, to bring them home, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to say. The Elders, Arian, and Cain were back at the grounds, making sure everyone there was alright while Elena was mending things within the Nightwind Pack. He knew that would be easy to explain, but he didn’t know what to say about the other things that had happened. With a sigh, he walked up to the front door of the house and knocked.

There was no answer, so quickly, Rolfe opened the door and stepped into the house, as Elliot finally noticed the long scratch on the left side of his friend’s face. He wondered who had given it to him as he shut the door behind them. The next thing he knew, there was a pair of arms around him as he rested his head against hers and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her.

Raelynn had wanted to fight with the pack, and Elliot knew that she was strong enough to, but she decided to stay and take care of little Devon instead. He remembered that as he gently stroked her red hair. He remembered how much he missed her as well. “It’s over,” he whispered to her as she put her arms around his neck and gazed into his yellow eyes.

“Is it safe to go back?” Raelynn questioned as Elliot nodded, feeling a numbness creep up on his small amount of happiness. “Is everyone alright?”

“We lost a few in the last fight, but it’s nothing like we saw before,” he explained dully. “The Elders, Arian and Cain are taking care of the packs right now and Elena is back in control of her pack. Right now, we’re just cleaning up the mess, but it is safe to go back.” He could see that she noticed the dullness in his eyes, that there was something else bothering him. He glanced at Rolfe, who nodded and walked into the sitting room of the house.

“What happened?” she asked, her green eyes serious as he looked down slightly. “Something’s wrong.” She studied his face for a moment. “Is Fenrir- is he dead?”

“No, he’s alive.”

“Then what is it?”

“Kael challenged Fenrir for his rank, and Fenrir accepted the challenge,” he stated flatly. “Fenrir was beating Kael horribly and I know Kael knew that he was going to lose this one long before he ever dreamed of challenging Fenrir. So he started playing dirty.” He pulled out of her arms and looked down the hall, knowing that there had to be people listening nearby. He opened the door and took her outside and into the woods near the house. He kicked the snow under his foot as he turned and looked at her, her green eyes trying to predict what he was going to say next.

“You remember when Kael captured me, right?” She nodded, growing more suspicious of him. “Well, I had to agree to do something for him before he would release me. He wouldn’t tell me what he wanted until I agreed. At the time, I was out of options. I didn’t know what else there was I could do. I agreed and he told me to kill Sira when he told me too. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t kill her. You know I couldn’t.” He felt the urge to cry, the numbness was finally turning into pain and exhaustion. Like Sira told him it would.

“So when Sira and I were getting the rations ready for you all here, she asked me why I was distancing myself from her and I told her what Kael was going force me to do. She wasn’t mad, and she told me what I needed to do.

“When the duel was not coming out in Kael’s favor, he called for me to act, and I did exactly what Sira had told me to do, but I only had one knife on me and I needed two. I pulled her knife off of her hip and stabbed her in the chest, where she had told me too, and ran over to Kael’s side. Kael started to taunt Fenrir as he went over to Sira and removed the knife from her. Kael forced him to give him his rank and Fenrir did so and exiled himself from the pack, so he could take Sira to St. Mungos.

“After they had gone, I pulled my knife off of my hip and hand moved closer to Kael, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. I should’ve done a cleaner job, but I stabbed him in the back a couple of times and he fell to the ground in front of me.

“I remember allowing myself to smile as the pack started to cheer, but then there was a blade at my throat and Sage was threatening my life. Within seconds, the blade fell away and she hit the ground as Torren pushed me out of the way to get to Kael. He had killed her, but had saved me. I couldn’t think of anything else while he went to Kael to see if he was still alive. I allowed him to take Kael to the hospital as well and after we left, we started cleaning up the pack. I don’t know how Sira is, or Kael, or Fenrir. I don’t even know if Fenrir knows what I did to Kael.” He shook his head as he leaned against a tree, his yellow eyes growing more tired with each passing moment. “I don’t even know if they’re alive. I’m so tired, Raelynn. I feel like I want to die.”

She looked at him, her green eyes knowing that this was more difficult for him that what she had first thought. She moved closer to him and cupped his face in her hands. “You’re okay, Elliot,” she whispered. “You just need some rest.” She gently rubbed her thumbs on his jaw as he closed his eyes. “Let’s get everyone back and then we can go see Sira and Fenrir. Would you like that?” He nodded as she dropped her hands from his face and took him by the hand. Together, they walked back to the house as Elliot finally felt a little bit surer of himself. Maybe it was all going to be okay in the end.



Torren sat in the corner of Kael’s room, watching as Aurors walked back and forth in front of the door. His friend was sleeping soundly in his bed, not aware of anything that was happening. The Healers said that he was going to be alright, but he wouldn’t wake like they thought he would. They told him that Kael just needed to recover right now, that he was going to be okay.

But was he?

Torren wondered if what he was doing was for the best. Kael had done so much wrong in his life, he had hurt so many people, he had even hurt him, but he refused to give up on him. He was his brother. The only family that Torren had ever knew.

He wasn’t sure if Kael would ever change. He doubted it, but there was still that chance. He needed to see it first to believe it though. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, hoping that the choice that he had made was the right one.



“So they were right,” she said firmly as she broke off a piece of her half-eaten chocolate bar. “The virus is actually doing its job.” She put the piece on her tongue as Fenrir watched her, hoping that they were right.

“I guess,” he said gently as she offered him a piece of the chocolate, which he took with a slight hesitation. “Like they said, we just have to wait and see.”

“I bet they just got their original diagnosis wrong,” she stated, breaking off another piece. “It happens sometimes and I understand that, but it’s not right to make us worry like that if it’s not actually going to happen like they think it would.” He looked at her, knowing that she was trying to give herself so comfort. She looked pale and tired, but there was still life in her eyes. She was still fighting. She was bargaining with herself, trying to make herself feel a little better. He knew there was nothing he could do. She just needed to work through her thoughts by herself, to accept the reality that she was facing.  She looked to him and then out to the small window, letting out a slow breath as she did so. “I wish they’d let me leave this room.”

“Sira,” he breathed gently as she leaned back against her pillows and placed another piece of chocolate in her mouth, “you know that you’re too weak for that.”

“I’m just ready to be done with this,” she admitted as a bit of the spark left her eyes. “I’m tired of feeling weak. I’m tired of worrying about what is going to happen. I don’t want to suffer through this anymore.” She closed her eyes, her face growing more somber. “I just want to sleep.”

“Then sleep, my dear,” he whispered, knowing that she just needed to hang on for another day. Just a few more hours. After that, he could fix her, but she just needed to hang on. She nodded as she opened her eyes slowly.

“I love you,” she breathed, squeezing his hand tenderly, knowing that she wanted to say more, but she didn’t need to say anything else.

“I love you too.” She nodded as she rested up against her pillows again and soon, she fell asleep. He watched her slow breaths for a while before he felt himself grow weary. He didn’t fight it this time, not like earlier, as his body grew heavy. Soon, he too fell into the warm darkness of sleep, away from his worries and his fears, to a place where nothing was wrong and everything was warm and bright.