A Weekend With The Alpha

The doctor walked out of the ward and over to the waiting room where Lionel, and Sesi stayed. Lionel paced around in circles and Sesi sat with her head bowed and arms crossed over her chest.

Aaron had gone for a walk after he came out from Zera’s ward an hour ago. He was barely himself and though they worrie about him, they couldn't stop him. Ivan decided to follow and keep an eye on him and charged Sesi with the responsibil of keeping an eye out of Zera's ward to make sure only the doctors went in.

Lionel was first to notice the doctor and nurse's presence and he stopped pacing around in a circle and walked towards t door where they stood. “How is she?” he asked, his eager eyes dancing all over the doctor.

Sesi rose to her feet and stepped towards the doctor, all prepares to get either good news or bad.

“Mr Adams, Ms Hart," the doctor's voice calls out, “I don't know what sort of miracle happened in the last hour, but the patient is awake.’

Lionel exhaled in relief, and his eyes fluttered briefly. “Can we see her then?" he asked.

“Is Zera awake?” they heard Aaron's voice ask from behind the doctor and they all turned to him.

He bobbed his head. “The injuries she sustained in the accident are mysteriously gone, so I can say she is. But there are few abnormalities with her. She threw the heart monitor into the wall, destroying the whole thing. Such strength is surrea for someone unconscious an hour ago.” he finished before adding, “please be careful”

They wasted no more time before running towards the hall that led to Zera's ward. Lionel who took the lead, push open t ward and walked inside, but there was no trace of Zera in the room.

She had yanked at the needle plugged into her arm out and tossed it onto the floor before taking off.

“She's gone!” Lionel said with a quick gasp. His eyes moved to the damaged heart monitor on the floor at the corner of th room, just like the doctor said before turning to the Harts behind him.

“F**ki" Aaron cussed out in frustration, throwing a fist at the wall and making the ward shake.

Sesi looked up at him and her eyes told him to stay still.

“I have to go after her,” he said.

“You can'ti” Ivan spoke up, stepping further into the room.

“Is that a threat?!” Aaron demanded with his voice rising.

ivan maintained his calmness even as he spoke. “It's an advice. She's a sage and you're better off staying away from her.” “What's a sage?” Lionel asked, turning to Sesi, who stood closest to him. He was the only one hearing the name for the fir time, and curiosity appeared in his voice.

“It means not a werewolf nor a human, but with the abilities of a werewolf, only deadlier. They have all the strength of a werewolf and have no weaknesses.” Ivan explained, turning to him, “Her kind are rare and powerful with strength, as nev seen before.’

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Lionel demanded.

“It can be a good thing if that power is put to good use and terrible things if it's not. She's capable of unleashing chaos a shaking the realms of the supernatural. Legends have it that the last sage dates back over a hundred years ago and he massacred over a dozen alphas in one night. He, however, helped keep the peace between humans and defended them against werewolves who only wanted to prey on their vulnerability and destroy them.”

“It's how sages are created,’ Aaron mumbled to himself and the eyes of the others moved to him. He noticed their linger gaze. “that’s why turning a human in a desperate attempt to save their lives was forbidden and always frowned upon. I never understood it, but now I do.”

“I don't understand.” Lionel pointed, getting lost with every word.

“Being turned while trapped between the realm of the dead and the living comes with a risk, many of which we don’t full know. Sages were regarded almost as myth even amongst supernaturals. Turning her had triggered the birth of a sage for the first time in a hundred years.” Ivan explained further.

“All that would be useless if she doesn't learn how to control it. She would endanger many people. I have to do somethin I created her, this is on me.” Aaron said, walking to the door, but it shut before he could step through and he knew Ivan hz done that.

“Ivan, stand down,” he warned, his voice furious.

Sesi placed her hand before Lionel silently telling him to stay back because she felt a heat coming up.

“I can't.” Ivan said, his hand held out on alert, “You put yourself before her and you will die in seconds."

“Then so be it" he seethe and turned to him, his hand balled into a fist.

ivan stepped forward. “That's foolishness speaking, brother. There's a better way around this and no one has to die, but you go now, we will never get to it"

“He's right!” Sesi spoke up, “You need to think about Zion and what your decision might mean to him. He still needs his father and you may not have forever, but you still have time with him and you should live it out by his side more than anywhere else."

“I agree if Zera is really a sage and dangerous, you might be at a disadvantage with her than anyone else,” Lionel said, finally catching on with everything being said.

Aaron heaved a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “She's out there, confused and alone, with no one to help or lead her”

“she’s not alone,” Ivan told him, and he turned to see his brother already dream walking.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Everywhere” he answered.

zera's stomach rumbled even though she was currently eating pasta and egg sauce. It had been a long night, and she hac spent it on the run. Her memories were still scattered all over the place, and the only memory that was consistent was he need to escape.

She had heard the voice of Aaron while she was still at the ward, and panicked for a bit. She knew she had to get away. Tt last thing she wanted was to face him. She had a bad feeling just thinking about it and flight was the next best thing.

As the morning came, so did her hunger. Luckily, she met with the chef on his way out of the restaurant and she told him she needed food. The kind young man had compassion on her despite knowing she had run away from the hospital after noticing her johnny gown.

He brought her the food at the restaurant's backyard and she thanked him for his help before sitting out to eat the food. However, the more she ate, the hungrier she became, and that didn’t help her one bit.

She had almost finished eating when she heard footsteps from behind. She spun around and saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a pale blue polo and jeans, approaching. He seemed to be in his late thirties and walked as if he owned the ground beneath his feet. There was a corny smile on the side of his face as he came and stood before her.

“It is not every day the mentally deranged find their way to the city side," he said in his hoarse voice, making her ear tingl and not in a good way.

“Who gave you food?" He demanded, but she remained silent, gulping down the rest content in her mouth.

Her stomach still rumbled as if she ate nothing.

“When I ask a question, you answer. I own this property last time I check!” he snapped, and she jerked, not from fear but from the noise his loud voice made.

She placed her hands to her ears, and her eyes tightly shut.

“Oh, you're indirectly calling me a noise maker, you weirdo." he sneered and stepped towards her, grabbing her by the go she had on.

She snapped and her hand shut up, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him against the wall. The man struggle to set himself free, but she only tightened her grip around his neck even more.

“You talk too much,” she growled at him, her eyes turning silver.

His heartbeat hammered away in his chest as his breathing reduced because of her grip. She wanted to reach in and rip i out, all the nerves in her body told her to. Her stomach growled as if he was the food she needed to eat and her mouth watered. Her hands rose and her fingers transformed into long sharp claws, and she almost dug them into his chest wher she heard.

“No, don't!”

She released the man, and he crashed into the tarred ground, coughing and struggling to breathe.

She took to her heels and ran away from there. She didn't know who spoke, but she needed to get away from him. She didn't trust him and he felt like trouble.

She stole a few clothes from the ropes dried outside and changed into them so that no one who saw her would think she ran away from the hospital. With that done, she ran as fast as she could from everything.

“Zeral” the voice called after another many hours of running through the woods.

She slowed down and fell on her face, then turned around but found no one.

“Who's there? Who are you?” she asked, terrified as to what was happening. The voice sounded Familia but she couldn't wrap her head around it.

“Zera, I am a friend!”

“Where are you?”

“Far away, but I know you need me."

She rose to her feet and turned around. “You're in my head,” she said.

“Yes, but I want to help you."

“Then come out. Make yourself known,” she demanded.

“I can't, not yet."

“If you can't show yourself, then I can't trust you."

“Zeral”

“Stay out of my head.”

“Listen!”

“Stay out of my head!” she thundered, and immediately the voice disconnected.

After a whole day of wandering, she found a memory that stuck. Someone that was once in her life, someone she could trust.

Daniel.

The thought of him didn't trigger any trouble within her, and she knew he had to be safe. If she wanted answers, she had 20 to him. She came to the suburban side of the city where he lived with a heavily beating heart.

She watched him fill up his tank with fuel and, after paying, got in and drove off. She followed him and after thirty minute of driving; he pulled up at his house. He walked to the boot and opened it up, then pulled out a black bag and a white bo With his hands full, he approached the door of the house.

“Can I help you with at least one?” she asked from behind and she must have scared him because he gasped and droppe both the bag and the box in his hands.

Her fast reflex kicked in and she grabbed the bag and box before they could hit the floor.

“Zeral” he called out in a voice overshadowed with panic.

“Daniell” she smiled a little.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to look for you.” She answered, “I am so sorry I scared you. I just wanted to help.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I don’t know where to go and because I trust you. My mind is foggy and a lot of things aren't making much sens but 1 just knew I could trust you. I have a brief memory of things, but I have a few of yours and with everything I remembe I can trust you."

He stayed silent, staring at her as if she had developed three horns. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head, “No, I'm not. Can we go in now? These aren't very heavy, but I'd like to sit down."

He eyes the bag and box now in her hand before returning his focus to her.

“Yes, sure we can.’