SBAWP | Chapter 39

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Sorry this chapter is an hour late--I had a weird glitch happening (screenshot at the end).

Has anyone noticed the ranking is all weird today too? And how there are so many new stories popping up in the top 10 list for werewolf that I've never heard of!!!??? Like "My Borther's My Mate?" <---who came up with that?!?! and is it weird that I totally want to read it?!?!

This chapter is dedicated to vvolkzki, whose username I think means wolf in another language? Maybe Polish? idk I'm just guessing.  

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I wake up to the sun gently warming my face. I brace myself for the pain I've gotten used to, followed by Logan forcing more of that vile medicine down my throat, but I actually feel fine. I wiggle my fingers and toes, then move my arms and legs, until I look like I'm making snow angels.

"Good morning," an very amused voice makes me yelp.

"Luna?" I sit up quickly and pull up the blankets to my chin.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." She smiles warmly, but there's a twinkle in her eye.

"Thanks." I smile, trying to remember what happened. I have a vague recollection of lying in a hospital bed, but when I glance around, I find myself back in my room instead—or one of my rooms, anyway. It's not the one back home at Dad's, obviously, or the one I shared with Zara. This room is the one POW moved me to, up on the fourth floor. 

Luna's pulled up a chair next to my bed, and she's holding a romance novel—one that has a shirtless guy and a girl in a flimsy nightgown on the cover. The guy has his muscular arms wrapped around her, and she looks enraptured. I'm not even sure what that word means, exactly, except that it describes the cover perfectly.

Luna catches me looking, and my cheeks turn red, but Luna doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed. She even places the novel on the nightstand with the cover facing up for everyone to see. I only stare at it for a second, though, before I notice the other item on the nightstand.

"Mom's painting." I gasp, picking it up and gently placing it on my lap.

"I thought you might want to see it when you woke up." Luna gives me a warm smile. "It's gorgeous. Did your Mom paint it?"

"Yeah." I stare down at the smooth strokes of pale purple on canvas.

"It's a Saffron flower, isn't it?" Luna prompts.

"It was Mom's favorite." I feel a wave of nostalgia. "She used to paint all the time when I was little. Her art was all over the house—flowers, trees, wolves... oh, they were so beautiful. But after she died, Dad..." my voice breaks. "This is the only painting of hers I have left."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Luna moves to sit next to me on the bed. "You must miss her very much."

"I do." My voice brakes and my eyes fill with tears.

"Any time you want to tell me more about her, I'm here to listen." Luna pats my arm.

"Thanks." I give her a small smile and note the faint dark circles under her eyes. Those are pretty uncommon among our kind, because of our fast healing, unless we don't sleep for days... which actually makes me wonder, "How long was sick?"

"Sick?" Luna asks in surprise. "You weren't sick, honey. Don't you remember?"

"What?" I ask, trying to think back. My brain feels sluggish, almost like I'm trying to access my memories underwater. It's all a complete blur, but then, finally, I remember something. "Rogues."

"Yes." Worry fills Luna's eyes, but then she smiles. "You've been out for three days. Well, two and a half. It's Friday."

"Friday? It's seriously Friday?"

"Oh, don't worry about missing school, dear." Luna chuckles. "It really helps when the school principal is a Wolf."

"Yeah, totally." I nod, feeling a little ashamed that the thought of school never even crossed my mind. Since I've moved here, I cut class on Monday, slept through first period on Tuesday, and didn't show up for the rest of the week. I mean, I guess I had a pretty good excuse, but it still feels wrong, somehow. "Is Logan at school?"

"No, he's not at school." Luna starts to laugh. "That boy hasn't left your side since the moment you got hurt."

"He hasn't?" I fight back a grin. I thought it was just a dream, finding Logan lying next to me each time I woke up, but it really happened. Which is so sweet, but also kind of embarrassing. I mean, what did he tell his parents? That we were dating? Are they okay with it? POW is not okay with anything, but Luna so nice. Unless she's here to have a talk with me and tell me to stay away from her son.

"What do you think?" Luna grins back, and it takes me a second to remember what we were even talking about. Logan. "I had to threaten that boy with bodily harm to get him to go take a shower, but quite frankly..." she leans in conspiratorially, "he was starting to stink."

"Um... I think that was me," I tell her, blushing harder. My scalp's itchy, and when I examine my hands, there's mud under my fingernails.

"It was both of you, then." Luna starts laughing. "But at least you had a good excuse."

"I guess." I blush.

"Why don't you find some clean clothes to change into, then go take a shower?" Luna gestures at my closet and settles back into the chair with her book.

"Oh, um, okay." I set Mom's painting back on the nightstand and slip out of bed.

I'm still wearing that thin, blue hospital gown, which would be embarrassing enough if I wasn't sure I looked like a complete mess. Luna's back to reading though, and not paying me any attention, so I quickly lift my arm to smell my armpit. Then, I almost faint. I most definitely need that shower. Which means that I need to find something to wear.

"Luna?" I ask as I head to the closet and sift through the clothes that Zara gave me.

"Yes, dear?"

"Was Zara there? During the Rogue attack, I mean?" I ask as I pick up a neatly folded black tank top.

"Yes." Luna sounds worried.

"Is she okay?" I set the tank top back down.

"She's resting." Something about the way Luna says it sounds off. Like maybe she's not telling the whole truth.

"Can I see her?" I ask, completely forgetting about finding something to wear, and turning back to face her.

"Well... Jasper's watching over her right now, Saffron," she says, refusing to make eye contact.

"Okay, but why..." I frown and then realization dawns and my cheeks flood with color. If Jasper and Zara are alone, then there must be very little rest going on—and a lot of exercise. It's no wonder Luna's staring at her book and refusing to make eye contact. I just hope she didn't walk in on them the way I did, because there are definitely some things a person can't unsee.

"You can visit her later," Luna adds. "When she's up to having visitors."

"Sure, that's fine." I blush and spin around to face the closet.

Most of Zara's clothes are in darker colors—black jeans, black tights, black t-shirts—with some grays and burgundies burgundy mixed in. They're all dark and depressing, but I remind myself to be grateful that Zara gave me her clothes in the first place.

I start to reach for a random shirt when I spot it—a purple dress the exact shade of the saffron flower in Mom's painting. I know it wasn't there before, yet here it is, like magic. I peel it gently off the hanger and hold it up to the light. It's flowing silk, and feels soft and smooth against my fingertips. "Wow, this is gorgeous."

"I thought you might like it," Luna says.

"You did?"

"I picked it up for you this morning." Luna stands up and walks over to me. "Sweetie, I knew all those clothes in here were Zara's the moment I looked at them. You're lucky to have such a good friend, but I thought you might also like something all of your own."

"Thank you," I whisper, my eyes filling with tears. "I love it."

"Of course we'll still go shopping and get you a few more things—"

"Oh no, this is more than enough." I shake my head. "I couldn't possibly ask for more."

"Hey, no arguing. I'm still your Luna, you know."

"Yes, Luna." I can't hide my grin, and it has nothing to do with clothes shopping. If she's my Luna, that means she thinks that I'm part of this pack—that I belong. Obviously I still can't let her spend money on me, especially after I cost POW ten grand.

"Good." Luna takes my silence as agreement. "Now go on and take that shower. I'll be right here, so just shout if you need me."

I nod and head toward the bedroom door.

"Saffron?" Luna calls after me.

"Yeah?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To shower?" I ask in surprise. Wasn't that what she just told me to do?

"This way." Luna chuckles. She crosses the room and opens a door I hadn't noticed.

I expect it to be a linen closet or something, so when I get a peek inside all I can do is gape. "I have my own bathroom?"

"Yes, but you better hurry. The kids started a protest."

"Huh?" I frown, wondering if I heard her right.

"Nicki, Nisha and Joshie. They refuse to go back to their rooms until they can see you." Luna winks.

"Why?" I ask in surprise.

"Well..." Luna leans in and whispers conspiratorially. "Joshie's really upset, Saffron."

"He is?" I ask in surprise. "Why?"

"Well, you see..." Luna leans closer to whisper in my ear. "He won't let Doctor Dev take off his cast until you sign it."

"He what?" Of all the things I thought she might say, this isn't it. "Wait, what cast?"

"He broke his leg, but it's all healed now, so go on," she practically shoves me into the bathroom, "and hurry up."

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1. What did you think of this  chapter?

2. Who's happy Saffron is finally awake and feeling better?

3. It's FRIDAY... so like, what happened while Saffron was asleep?

4. What do you think will happen next?

5. Are you experiencing any Wattpad glitches today? 

6. OMG does anyone play HQ?!?!?! Did you play during yesterday's glitch? I totally stayed up for all 3 reboots!!! 

7. Last question. Any other Bianca and Maggie fans here?!?! Gozy! 

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