Chosen By The Moon

Now for some reason, all it seemed to take was one simple shot of what was essentially an epipen, for my eyes to widen and a shout of pure agony to ripple through me. Oh... I was being transferred by gurney as I saw the lights of the ceiling zoom past me and instantly squinted my eyes again.

My arms and legs began to thrash in the hopes that it would help my pain subside, but it was futile. My entire body was shutting down, and every limb felt as if it was engulfed in a flame that was impossible to put out, no matter how much I attempted it.

"Shit!" I heard a whisper, while I could still hear that bitch wailing behind me. If I had it my way, our situations would be completely reversed. "I'm going to put him under while we attempt to combat this bleeding. It'll be a miracle if he survives the night." My ears picked up the faint voice of the man, and another sharp pinch took over me, this time on my upper left arm, my body tried to fight the sleep inducing drug, but eventually I succumbed to it.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I was awoken the next day by a loud, consistent beeping that bought me out of my slumber. I moved, or at least I attempted to, but my body felt as heavy as cast iron... it was almost impossible to even wiggle a finger without feeling a strenuous ache in every single muscle my body possessed. I groaned and attempted to open my eyes, only to close them again a second later at the brightness of the light above me.

What the fuck had she done this time?!

"Baby?... Oh thank the goddess." Before I could even open my eyes fully, Lorellia was at my side, stroking my head as I frowned at her. "I really thought I'd lost you for a minute. I don't know what i would have done with myself."

Was she being serious? She had been the one to bite me, and she hadn't even been gentle about it. Some fucking mate. I felt my fists

clench and begin to shake at my ne

anger at least, I think it was anger, I was also extremely frightened by her now, and so the tremble in my

hands could have quite easily come from my fear.

"Get the doctor!" I demanded refusing to look at her face as I lay there. I needed answers now. I had no idea what was going to happen, I didn't even know what it meant to be forcefully marked, I just thought it was a death sentence.

"I'll get him in a little bit. How are you feeling?" A little bit? Fuck that. I needed to see a doctor to ask the questions that were racing through my head.

"How am I feeling? Are you that oblivious? You marked me by force! I almost died because of you, don't you get that?" She didn't even acknowledge my words, the only thing showing on her face was pride. How could she be so cruel?